I paid the bill, left Marlene a tip I could hardly afford, and drove home through streets bordered by bare trees and old snow.
Noah fell asleep first, his head tilted against the car seat. Lily stayed awake, clutching the small cardboard box Marlene had given her with two cookies inside.
“Mom?” she said softly.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Can we not go there anymore?”
Her voice was so tiny it nearly disappeared under the heater’s hum.
I looked at her through the rearview mirror. “We are not going back there for a long time.”
“Ever?”
I wanted to say yes right away. I wanted to promise her that the house with green shutters and a polished dining table would never hurt her again. But I had spent too many years making promises around people who broke them.
So I gave her the truest answer I could.
“I will not take you anywhere people make you feel unwanted.”
