In Lilian’s room, Grace rushed over, worry etched across her face. “Are you okay, Lily? Please… talk to me. I didn’t mean to do it, but you really went too far. What if your father had laid hands on you?” Her voice trembled, heavy with guilt. Despite her fear of her husband, Grace genuinely loved her daughters.
Lilian’s eyes remained fixed on a point in the floor, her chest tight. She was wrong again. Why doesn't she ever learn. Showing emotion in this family always ended in pain. Always. She had thought she could contain it, but the tension in her shoulders betrayed her.
“I understand, Mother. You were right, and I was wrong,” she said, her voice clipped and cold, each word deliberately detached.
Grace exhaled, relief softening her features. “Phew… now that’s out of the way. How’s your
