Lily nodded, a small, fierce smile touching the corners of her mouth. She looked back over her shoulder at the Lewis family, who were already retreating hurriedly toward their million-dollar estate like whipped dogs.
“Mom,” Lily whispered softly, her eyes shining with sudden, quiet pride. “You didn’t even use the gloves.”
I stood up, wrapping my arm around her shoulders as we walked back toward our modest home, leaving the broken silence of the neighborhood behind us.
