Inside the children's room, Suzanne Trent was curled up on the bed, perfectly still.
If it wasn't for the discomfort in her stomach due to her period, she probably would have locked herself in the bathroom for a day and night.
The scenes that had just taken place in the bathroom replayed in her mind with vivid clarity. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. She vented her frustrations by gripping her pillow, until finally falling asleep unconsciously while still holding it.
She slept until late at night, not even aware that Abigail Trent had gone to sleep in the master bedroom.
In Philadelphia during the fall, the deep nights still carried a hint of chill that seeped into the room.
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