Estelle “To not talk to them…to not follow them into their cars and not to accept anything from them,” Blistering anger festered inside of me. The stranger they were referring to was me. Her own mother. “Good job, Sunshine,” Lara ruffled her hair and kissed the top of her head while Maeve pushed her lips forward. “Are you going to tell on me for talking to her?” Lara shook her head, her face breaking into a smile. “No…this will be our little secret. Now, go on into the car and wait for mummy. Oh, and I got your favorite— vanilla ice cream,” “Yayyyy. You are the best mummy in the world,” My heart splintered into pieces, moisture gathering in my eyes as I watched my daughter bound towards the car without glancing at me. How much brainwashing did Lara do with my daughter for her to hate me this much? Lara cleared her throat, forcing me to tear my gaze away from the car Maeve disappeared into. “Follow me,” The moment we arrived in this unoccupied classroom, she turned to
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