Simon had taken Cassie out to play early in the morning. Looked like he was trying a great lengths to make up for the eighteen years he had missed with his lost daughter.
I gazed around the room, taking in the endless display of expensive clothes, jewelry, rare designer bags and the fairytale-like décor fit for a princess. A strange feeling flickered inside me.
It seemed I, as her mother, still fell short. I often talked about treating both of our daughters equally, but everything in Cassie’s room had been personally arranged by her father. It made me look like an inattentive parent.
I silently reflected on this, then gently closed the door and turned to head a short distance down the hall to Ella's room.
Ella might have to stay in the hospital. I had already hired a caregiver for her, but no one could attend to her as well as I could. My plan was to pack some fresh clothes for Ella and head over to take care of her myself.
As I looked around Ella's modest room, at this moment, the strange feeling that I felt before began to make sense.