Since I had to deal with that awful woman who had made my daughter cry, I decided to take another day off from work. Thankfully, my boss hadn’t called, which gave me some relief. My priority was to console Diana—her trembling hands and tearful eyes from the apology still haunted me.
Maria’s visit to apologize had only made things worse for Diana. The sight of her had left my daughter shaking uncontrollably, clinging to me as though letting go would bring back the nightmare.
Ken, however, had been a pillar of strength. His calm demeanor and unwavering support made everything a little more bearable.
“Since you’re off today, how about having lunch together?” Ken asked, holding the door open for us, his voice a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves.
“Thanks, Ken, but I think Diana needs
