Malissa slipped her arm through his and leaned her head on his shoulder like the doting saint she pretended to be.
“I’m not asking for much,” she whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I just want a peaceful home for our baby…”
Peaceful? She had locked my daughter in a cage.
I wrapped my arms around Enid and whispered into her hair, “It’s okay, baby. Mama’s here now. I won’t let them hurt you again.”
Inside, though, I was on fire. If they wanted peace, they should’ve thought of that before crossing a mother with nothing left to lose.
Milford hesitated for a moment, but before he could say anything, Malissa burst into louder sobs, her voice quivering with theatrical despair.
“Forget it. I know I’m just a burden in this house,” she cried. “It’s all my fault, right? Fine. I’ll take Eddy and go—I’ll go down to the grave and keep your brother company!”
Then, she spun around dramatically and ran off.
Milford’s eyes followed her retreating figure, full of worry. But before chasing after her, he shot me a venomous glare.