Moments later, Isla and Imani were settled by the window of the drawing room. The curtains were half drawn, and through them, the mother and daughter observed everything happening outside at the gate area. Isla could still see the distant figure of Damien by the gate being addressed by the guards while he kept shouting her name over and over at intervals. Imani stood close to her side; her eyes, too, followed the scene.Her face was so much more sober now, caught between innocence and guilt. After some time she started to turn slightly, her voice soft and trembling as she reached out to her mother.“Mom, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry… I just wanted to see Dad too.”Isla let out a quiet sound, not quite a sigh and also not a groan. She didn’t answer at once. She just kept looking straight ahead with stiff shoulders, keeping an expression that was as hard as steel.Although inside her… she felt as fragile as glass.Finally she whispered to the toddler after a small m
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