Camilla
"Mom, is he a bad person?" As we entered the house, Ava's soft voice broke the silence. Her teary look made me feel guilty, and it pulled at my heart. She had been quiet the entire way home because she was crying so hard that her little body shook. She eventually fell asleep in the car. I noticed in the rearview mirror that her small hands were grasping her garment as she slept. Her lips were trembling with words she couldn't express.
Now she was looking at me with huge, curious eyes, waiting for me to respond.
I dropped down on my knees beside her and placed my hands on her small shoulders. "No, honey. He is not a bad person."
Her eyes furrowed in perplexity. "Then why didn't you let me talk to him?"
I paused, my throat tightening as emotions raced inside me—dread
