ELIANA
"Are you planning to sit in on the Trial?" Mom asked while brushing my hair.
It's been a month since the confrontation with Alexa and Ingrid, and I haven't had any close contact with them since then.
I really wanted to, though, but every time I saw them, my body would tense up in anger, frustration, or anticipation of revenge.
None of those were good for me and my baby.
"I don't think so, Mom. But if possible, maybe it could be recorded for future use when I need some catharsis. I just don't want them to leave a lasting effect on the baby."
It was okay for me to be angry, but why does my baby have to feel such awful feelings when he/she doesn't even have anything to do with those jackals?
"That's very wise of you, honey." She smiled and continued to comb through my hair as if she hadn't been doing the same thing for a while now.
This started about three weeks ago.