Where Felix and Cindy were still dealing with their shock, their mother's silent tears were nothing more than her acceptance of all those accusations which Donna had hurled at her.
Felix immediately rushed towards his mother, while three-year-old Harry had walked over, his tiny hand tapping his grandmother’s arm with concern.
“Nanna, why are you crying?”
Harry asked in his innocent voice, holding his toy truck in the other hand. Although Cindy herself was overwhelmed, she quickly scooped him up in her arms.
“Come on, little man,”
She said softly, brushing a kiss on his forehead.
“Let’s go inside for a bit, okay?”
“But why is Nanna sad?”
Harry persisted, his head turning back toward Julia as Cindy carried him away.
“She’s just feeling a little tired, okay? You don't have
