My Mother Slapped My Six-Year-Old Over a Missing Family Ring—Then My Son Pointed at the Groom and the Ring Fell From His Pocket
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Chapter 22 / 27
Chapter 22 - Estelle apologizes to Percival badly
First attempt:
“I’m sorry everything became so chaotic at the wedding.”
No.
Second:
“I’m sorry I frightened you.”
Closer.
Percival asked:
“Did you think I stole?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You were near the table.”
He frowned.
“That’s dumb.”
I almost choked.
Estelle looked at me.
I said nothing.
Then she tried again.
“I should have asked. I should never have hit you.”
Better.
Percival said:
“Okay.”
May you like
He did not hug her.
Nobody made him.
