I wanted to say no with every fiber of my being. But when I look at Elva, I noticed she was watching me with doe eyes, taking in my every expression. Did she actually want to call Bridget Auntie? Was she simply reading my negative energy, and that was what had been making her uncomfortable?
I tried to remember Elva’s face as she had interacted with Bridget and Nicholas. She had been having fun. Was it genuine? It could have been.
Maybe I was the stick in the mud here. My distrust of Bridget was hindering my daughter and dictating the people she could grow closer to.
Bridget had given me no real reasons to distrust her. A handful of confusing things mixed with more feelings than facts. Maybe I was simply being jealous.
If Elva likes Bridget, and Bridget has shown only kindness to Elva,
