Tara’s POV
Abby surged forward, stretching out her hands and shoving the kneeling man. The force of her push actually sent Soren falling backwards onto his hands.
Abby’s tiny hands balled into fists while she declared, “We’re going to a place where my mommy won’t cry.”
Soren’s face fell with his response, “I thought you liked it here, Abby.”
“That’s because I thought you were nice,” Abby said. “But I don’t want to like you anymore.”
Soren grasped one of Abby’s hands and unclenched her fist. The sight of tiny marks dotting her palm from the pressure of her nails sobered my wandering and numb mind.
“Please believe me, I never meant to hurt you.” Soren promised.
His eyes flickered from my daughter to me. The silence and darkness within those orbs told me everything. Soren had no i
