The woman's face flushed with a hint of embarrassment. She glanced back at the man, whose deep eyes seemed to hold unspoken emotions. He sat still, his expression unreadable. Hiding the faint sadness in his gaze, he opened his arms toward Olive and said gently,
"Olive, don't make a fuss. Come here to me. Mommy's tired and needs some rest."
"But no! No! You used to kiss all the time!"
Olive pouted stubbornly, staying nestled in her mother's arms, her bright eyes filling with tears in an instant.
Children are blissfully unaware of the complexities of adult relationships—their loves, hurts, and grudges. All Olive knew was that the two people who loved her most seemed to be at odds, and she innocently believed that one simple kiss could erase all their differences.
