I was standing on unstable ground. I do not want to think about how I would have felt if my father had been in that room too, I probably would not have been able to bear it. I squeezed Sasha between my arms, and my daughter clutched my shirt with a lazy and chubby fist, still asleep.
How good that she was not awake to see me like that.
“I’m going to think about it,” I said, in a growl, baring my teeth although I did not want to do any of that; turning violent against them was ridiculous. “I will think about it, and see what to do.”
“All right, that is enough for me.”
Mom nodded after telling me that, and relaxed. She left the kitchen to ask everyone to go sit in the dining room, and the tension between us evaporated in a blink, as if it had never been there. The tingling of danger in m
