Ice water flooded the tablecloth. The cold hit Elena’s crimson dress and she spun, looking for somewhere to put the blame.
She found Lily.
“You little brat!”
“Elena, she didn’t—”
Elena wasn’t listening. She shoved my daughter. Not a nudge, not an impatient push. A hard, deliberate shove to the shoulder of a five-year-old girl. Lily was small for her age.continue reading …