Emma’s silent resistance
Emma’s gaze met theirs, wide and glassy like a deer caught in the headlights. “You won’t believe me,” she murmured, her voice shaky and full of doubt. Her head lowered again, as if carrying the weight of her own thoughts, and the uncertainty in her tone squeezed Lisa’s heart, each word slowly moving towards an unknown that terrified her daughter. It was clear that Emma feared disbelief more than anything else.
Emma’s Silent Resistance
Lisa offers assurances
Lisa adjusted herself and knelt beside her daughter, holding her small hand. “Trust us,” she asked softly – an invitation, not a demand. Emma’s fingers continued to twist the hem of her shirt, hesitating as if each thread held a secret. There was a palpable stillness in the room, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for what would eventually come. Emma’s hesitation was impossible to ignore.
Lisa Offers Guarantees
