Fear gripped the young mother. A hammer was in her hand as she stood in the living room. How could she have done that? What made her act so recklessly?
Is Mommy cross with me? What did I do? ” little Hannah innocently asked. She stared at her harmless daughter's face. She truly believed that she had done something awful.
As to what was in her hands, she couldn't have had less of a clue.