CINDY’S POV
How could a mother hate her own child this much?
I’d been standing there maybe ten minutes, and even a blind man could have seen the venom dripping off Evelyn every time her eyes landed on Damian.
It wasn’t indifference. It was disgust.
Like he was a stain she was still furious she couldn’t scrub out.
I glanced at him.
His eyes were glassy, jaw twitching as he watched Elis get smothered with kisses and cuddles by the same woman who had just told him never to call her “Mother” again.
My chest ached so bad for him.
I knew she walked out when they were kids, but I’d always thought it was some messy divorce thing, not… this.
Not favoritism so deeply ingrained that it still bled nine years later.
What could a little boy possibly have done to deserve this?
“Elis,” Damian f
