Amelia just nodded. “Okay.”
Timmy slipped Penny’s lunchbox into her backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and left with her brother.
The second the door shut behind them, panic flickered across Penny’s face. She rushed to the window, hoping the driver would be waiting for her. But she only saw him pull away without her, and her heart dropped. She hopped off her chair, desperate.
“You’re so mean! I’m telling Dad you won’t let me go to school! He’s going to yell at you, and he’ll probably divorce you!”
Amelia barely reacted.
If anyone was ending things, it was her, not Clive.
Penny fumbled with her smartwatch, calling Clive to rat her out, but he must’ve been in a meeting—his phone was on silent and he didn’t pick up.
Her big, bright eyes shimmered with tears, making her look so heartbreakingly small and helpless that Amelia’s resolve wavered.
She walked over and crouched down so they were face to face.
“Penny, I’m giving you one last chance,” Amelia said gently. “You can choose: either we clean up the spilled milk together, or we wait until your teacher calls to ask why you’re not at school, and I’ll just tell her the truth.”
Penny’s eyes stayed red as she glared at Amelia, stubborn as ever. But she was only five, and after a long, silent standoff, she finally caved.
She wiped her eyes hard, turned away, and grabbed some napkins, angrily scrubbing at the spilled milk.
When Amelia tried to help, Penny shoved her with all her little strength.
“Go away! I don’t want your help!” she snapped, voice quivering with anger.
It didn’t hurt physically, but that push stung far more than any slap.
Amelia closed her eyes for a moment, steadying herself. She hadn’t done anything wrong.

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