Celeste's POV
I still have some cookies to deliver but instead of walking to the next restaurant I headed towards the nearest park while holding Ava's hand.
Ava sat on the swing and I occupied the other.
"Mommy?" she softly called. I turned my head on her and then smiled to assure her that everything is okay but I guess I am not good at lying.
"Mommy why is he mad at you?" she asked not addressing Theodore the way she used to.
"Because Mommy did something wrong to him," I responded not trying to come out clean.
"You shouldn't hate him. You can't understand everything now but you shouldn't hate him, Mommy's at fault," I told her. I don't Ava to look at Theodore badly.
"He made you cry," she responded as if those are enough reasons for her to hate Theodore.
I gave Ava a faint smile t
