Chapter 5 - CHILD LOGIC
Beside the ruined table, Clara held Luke tight against her hip, her hands smoothing down his brown hair.
Luke pulled his head back from his mother's shoulder, his eyes wide as he looked at the mess on the ground.
He looked at his father’s tense back, then down at the crushed cake at his feet.
"Daddy broke the sweet food," Luke whispered into the silence, his child logic trying to make sense of the violence.
"Because the sweet food made Grandma mean."
Clara choked back a sob, pressing her forehead against Luke's small cheek.
"No, baby," Clara whispered, her voice trembling.
"The food didn't make her mean."
Evelyn stepped through the crushed berries and ruined porcelain, pointing a shaking, manicured finger at Ethan’s face.
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"You have no proof of anything!" Evelyn shouted, her voice echoing off the brick walls.
"You take his word over mine?! You will leave this house with nothing!"
