Blanche's POV
I gazed down at Carry, catching the complex emotions flickering in her eyes, but decided to ignore them. "That's right, you're not well, so I'm here to keep you company," I said gently.
Carry's expression crumpled. "Mom, did Dad mention I wasn't feeling good?"
I retrieved Carry's sleepwear from her wardrobe before responding, "He did."
Hearing that her father had informed me about her condition, Carry remained silent.
After a pause, Carry suddenly perked up as if remembering something urgent and turned to me. "Mom, hold on. I need to grab some milk from downstairs and I'll be right back."
Carry always drank milk before bedtime, though usually I brought it up to her.
Even in my absence, Heidi would deliver it to Carry's bedroom, making her trip downstairs completely unnecessary. I could easily figure out her real intentions.
