Blanche's POV
When Carry brushed me off, the smile died on my lips.
I hadn't been trying to patch things up with my daughter these past few days.
Carry had her own agenda—getting close to Joanna. I stayed out of it.
If I hadn't picked up on what was eating at Carry, I wouldn't have said anything.
But reaching out only to get the cold shoulder? It cut deep.
From the moment I gave birth to Carry, I'd imagined being there for every milestone in her life.
Now she was in school, and this was my first time stepping foot in her preschool.
The toddler class teacher spotted Joanna and lit up. "Ms. Jacob."
Joanna didn't bother correcting her. She flashed a smile and waved at Carry. "Carry, come here."
Carry bolted straight into Joanna's arms, sobbing her heart out.
"Miss Joanna, can you pick me up tomorrow? I don't want to go with Mr. Oswald anymore."
