Joanna pulled Celia into her arms, her voice gentle and soothing. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m right here. Whatever’s troubling you, just tell me. We’ll figure it out together.”
Tears streaming down her face, Celia glanced over at Celestine, then deliberately turned back to Joanna. “Miss Sinclair, can I call you Mom? I don’t have a mom anymore!”
“Enough of that nonsense! What are you saying?” Chester’s voice cut through the room, stern and unyielding.
The disapproval in his expression made Celia shrink back, but almost immediately her sobs grew louder, echoing off the walls.
“I want Miss Sinclair to be my mom!” Celia wailed. “My mom is terrible! She always takes everyone else’s side and helps them bully her own daughter! She isn’t even my real mom! She hits me! She’s awful! Why can’t I call Miss Sinclair my mom instead?”
Her outburst brought the entire room to a standstill.
Chester’s frown deepened as he turned to Celestine, accusation heavy in his voice. “Did you hit her?”
Celestine had never believed in harsh discipline. She’d always been the kind of mother who tried to reason things out, patient and nurturing, even when the children rebelled. At least, she’d never so much as raised her hand to them—certainly not when Chester was around. Even a while back, when both kids turned against her, she never spoke a harsh word.
So what had changed?
“Yes, I hit her,” Celestine answered, her eyes dull as she looked at the three people in front of her—who looked far more like a family than she ever felt.
Again and again, her heart had been battered and bruised by her children, and now, the pain wasn’t even sharp anymore. It was just numb.
Cynthia watched her with worry, quietly slipping up beside her and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
Celestine blinked, coming back to herself, and managed a small smile for Cynthia—reassuring her not to fret.
Meanwhile, Celia was now crying so hard she could barely catch her breath.
Chester’s expression was grim. “Celia is still your daughter, no matter what. Even if you’re upset, you can’t lose sight of right and wrong.”
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