“How long were you hoping things to go on like this, Noémie? For how long?”
Noémie’s mother scolded.
Not because she was angry or felt the need to put their elder daughter in place, but because she cared.
Because she was disappointed that in the past few months, their daughter had been through literal hell, and they didn’t even know about it.
How ignorant could a parent be? She wondered who was truly at fault here. The children? Or the parents?
“I was going to tell you…” Noémie started—her voice soft and delicate—, her gaze locked on the plate in front of her. Her fingers clasped tightly around the fork as she poked at the food. “…eventually.”
Her mother didn’t seem too fond of the answer and simply shared a look with Noémie’s father, who sat across the table, silently watching every
