“I’m sorry about that baby.” Fiona said to her daughter when they were far from them.
“It’s not your fault, mom.” Shaira said tightly, still upset. “You shouldn’t have to deal with them.”
Something else bothered her and she couldn’t help but blurt out her thoughts. “Are they blaming you for dad’s death?”
Fiona blinked at this, she hadn’t been expecting that question. “That’s not something you should worry yourself about…”
“Like hell I won’t!” Shaira snapped. “How dare they?”
Fiona understood her daughter’s anger but things weren’t so simple, it was nothing but her words against theirs and they had power and influence backing theirs.
It didn’t help that she had to stay hidden for years to keep her and her daughter safe, she had hoped it wouldn’t come to this but there was no stopping
