CLAIRE’S P O V
''Why did you do that?'' my mother asked, and she appeared to be very elderly and worn out; she had a look of melancholy in her eyes.
Her breathing had changed to a rumble. I stared at her sad face, remembering the last time I had seen her, smiling so kindly, so warm at me. ''These things happened…'' she had said after I came back from the plane crash where they thought I was already dead. ''Some marriages are just not meant to be. Don’t mind what your dad has to say…''
''Why do you stay with him?'' I had asked her when I found out that he had been hurting her. And he was living with his mistress now, and not with my mom. He only goes home to mom at weekends.
''I took vows…'' she had said. ''I believe in infidelity. Your dad is not an easy person to live with, but he’s still my husband, and he gave me you, our beautiful daughter. I understand your dad. I’m used to his ways. We’ve lived together for years, and I would never leave him…’’