Shea's face instantly lit up. She did not seem to be pretending.
This woman did not seem to be smarter than Layla. Avery’s hatred and prejudice toward Shea gradually dissolved.
Yes, Elliot loved this woman, but the more Avery looked at her the more pity she felt for her.
After dinner, Hayden walked over to Avery.
"Is there something you'd like to tell me?" said Avery as she looked at her beloved son.
Hayden nodded. He looked rather pitiful with his doe like eyes. "I pity her," he said.
Pity.
The word brought back a wealth of memories of the night she had left Elliot.
That night, Avery had felt as if her heart had been smashed into a million pieces. She felt as if she had died that night, and it was all because of this pitiful woman.
She wasn't going to tell Hayden any of it.
"Yes, she is a pitiful woman," replied Avery. "I can't promise you that I'll teat her illness though." 1
Hayden looked up, "Why?"
"Well, she has to undergo surgery to feel better. And there's a chance she might die from the surgery.
"Mommy cannot operate on her without her family's consent," Avery tried to reason with her son.
Though he really wanted to help Shea, he could not help but agree with his mom. 1
"Do you know her name?" Avery asked out of curiosity.
Hayden shook his head. He walked toward Shea and asked, "What's your name?"
Shea took her time and thought hard. Finally, she uttered, "She-a. Shea."
"Shea! We will be sleeping in the same room tonight, yes?" Layla excitedly asked Shea, and Shea nodded her head with enthusiasm.
Meanwhile, Elliot was at the police station, worried sick. His sister had been missing since the afternoon.
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