Back at Ethan’s house, Grace had been doing everything she could to avoid her mother. Tania’s growing hatred for the child was palpable, and Grace had learned to recognize the danger signs. When Ethan was around, she stayed close to him, seeking comfort and protection. But when he wasn’t home, Grace would retreat to his home office, a safe haven where Tania rarely ventured.
But that evening, Grace wasn’t so lucky. She ventured into the kitchen to grab some snacks, unaware that Tania was already there. As soon as she spotted her mother, Grace’s instincts told her to run. But before she could escape, Tania’s cold hand shot out and grabbed her arm, gripping it tightly.
Tania’s face was a twisted mask of fury as she shook Grace violently, her voice filled with venom. “This is all your fault!
