A shiver went through my body. Who said anything like this to her? Why would someone say that, too? Sophie wasn’t even in school yet, so she was still quite young.
She and Claire stayed at home throughout the day. Additionally, either Claire’s mother or my stepped in to monitor her during Claire’s sessions.
Therefore, who gave her this notion? “That won’t happen,” I said as I drew her near to me. “You’re home now, sweet girl.” Claire emerged at the end of the corridor at that moment.
Her eyes were someplace over my shoulder, not at me directly. Her arms were crossed so tightly that it seemed as if she could injure herself.
Her eyes were far away, almost hollow, yet her face was white and inscrutable. Something seemed to have shattered inside of her. Coldly, “Simon, we need to talk,” she remarked.
