Molly cried for a long time, finally stopping after Skye Brown's repeated reassurances.
She lifted her round, tear-stained almond-shaped eyes and looked timidly at Skye Brown.
Her small hands tightly grasping her clothes, unwilling to let go.
"Mother... will you... will you really not abandon Molly, not leave Molly again?"
When the little lad spoke, his eyes were fixed on Skye Brown, unblinking.
It seemed as if moving her gaze would mean losing Skye Brown completely.
Seeing her daughter's cautious and insecure expression, a dull pain flashed in Skye Brown's eyes.
Almost without thinking, she nodded immediately: "Yes, Mother won't abandon Molly again, won't leave Molly..."
"Then what about Uncle Norman?"
No one expected Molly's next words to be about this.
She tilted her little head, her eyes filled with worry and anxiety.
"Molly saw on television... Mother wants Uncle Norman, not Daddy and me anymore..." As the little lad spoke, tears welled up again.
