Chapter 243 - QUINCY XIII

"Your sister didn't cry or beg to stay. She packed her bags, took the little savings she had, and went out into the world as if she had never expected to do anything different. She didn't even look to me to intercede on her behalf. I don't think she ever respected me as a woman or as her mother because I wouldn't stand up to your father the way she would. Sometimes she wouldn't even let me touch her. The moment I put my hand out to stroke her hair or caress her face, she recoiled like a frightened bird.