Chapter 15 - Mia Returns To The Ballroom

Two years later, the estate hosted a scholarship fundraiser.
Rosa brought Mia.
She was ten.
The reception hall looked exactly as it had the afternoon she shouted:
“You lied to my mommy!”
Mia stared up the staircase.
“Is Mr. Caleb here?”
“No.”
She nodded.
Then asked:
“Am I still allowed to say things if adults don’t like them?”
Rosa looked at me.
I said:
“You should tell a trusted adult when something feels wrong.”
Mia frowned.
“That’s not as dramatic.”
“No.”
“Can I still yell sometimes?”
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“Emergencies.”
She accepted the compromise.