The ice cream fell to the ground, sticky liquid splashing onto my clean white skirt, leaving a messy stain.
Seeing this, Vera immediately burst into tears, pointing at him as she cried, “Bad daddy, I hate you!”
He suddenly snapped back, saw the stained hem of my skirt, and crouched down to wipe it carefully with tissues.
“Sorry, Evie, I got distracted.”
I remained silent.
A stained skirt could be cleaned, but could broken feelings ever go back to the past?
I raised my head and faced her, my eyes full of boldness.
She wanted to watch me break down and cry out like before, but that did not happen; I only stared at her with the same calm face.
All at once, Heidi avoided my eyes, her voice shaking with fear.
“It’s all because of me! I didn’t hold it properly, don’t blame me!”
In this short line, there was a lot hidden. She was still the same as before; with a few simple words, she could easily gain his sympathy.
But he was even more easily affected than I thought.
He got to his feet, Heidi to say something, but holding back, his hand paused in the air.
I moved first, lifting my daughter up in one smooth action.
In a soft voice, I said, “It’s just an ice cream, husband, let’s go.”