I gritted my teeth and sank back into the water, my back leaning against the tub. "What is it you want mother?" I asked.
She looked at me, and I noticed the sheen in her eyes. She was fighting back tears. "I want you to give your father the space he needs to make his decision," she said hoarsely "I don't want you to put any pressure on him, or argue with him. Just let him come to his own conclusion."
I stared at her incredulously. Did she really mean that? She didn't want me to talk to Father about making his decision at all. I couldn't believe it. I was stunned. I was his daughter, did I not get a say in his decision as well? Was she not going to fight for him to live with us? I thought she loved him. How could she just leave him to make a decision like this without fighting for him? W
