Mrs. Smith was taking notes of every word Maya said. She peeked at the drawing with interest, heaved a sigh, and glanced at Liam.
“Maya,” She called, making Maya turn in her direction. “Can I ask you a question?” She began since the child seemed to be in a good mood now. She nodded, and her eyes widened as she waited for the question. “Why is mommy red?”
My eyes squinted over the drawing because Corynne was not wearing red that night but a white hospital gown.
She lowered her gaze. “Because mommy is bad,” She answered.
My eyebrows raised, and I noticed Liam furrowing his forehead, perhaps wondering why Maya said that. Mrs. Smith forced a smile, and instead of asking why, she just nodded to her. She straightened up and turned to me.
“Nathalie, thank you,” She said, taking a deep s
