Ivonne's POV
"I think it was a bad idea to come here," Mother hissed, picking up the purse she placed to her right and her palms on the cushion to haul her weight into a standing position. "I shouldn't have put in the effort."
"No mother don't," I hurriedly conveyed, standing from my seat and making calming motions with my palms. "Please sit."
"I won't if you are going to keep doubting me," she feigned a pout and rolled her eyes, at me, her arms folded beneath her breasts. "So tell me, are you?"
"I promise I won't," I announced and lifted my hands in the air in surrender, nodding at her and pointing at the seat with my eyes. "Believe me."
"Hmmm," she huffed, narrowing her eyes at me as she contemplated my declaration. "Okay, because I came here to spend time with my daughter and away from her, there's just an air around her that doesn't sit right with me."