Chapter 8
Kate MorganKate sat on the edge of Helen’s bed and watched as her mother unpacked her bags. She was afraid to speak; to question her and challenge her behavior. “I can’t believe you did that,” she said after a long time stewing over it. Her voice, soft and timid.
Helen looked up from the opened suitcase sprawled over the bed. “Did what?”
Kate took a deep breath in. “That you smacked Noah.”
Helen shook her head. “I didn’t smack him. I merely gave him a tap on his hand. He needed to know that what he was doing wasn’t okay.”
“That was a smack. We all saw and heard it.” Kate’s heart was racing. The last thing she wanted was a confrontation. She hated confrontation of any sort.
“It was not a smack,” Helen maintained. “People are just so sensitive these days. They get offended to
