Lucas looked at her husband, who had just stepped out of the shower. "Honey..."
"Honey, why are you crying?" Lucas's husband, toweling his hair dry, saw her tear-filled eyes and rushed over. "What's wrong?"
Lucas choked back a sob. "If I tell you, will you help me?"
"Silly girl, you're my wife. If I don't help you, who will?" Her husband pulled out a tissue and dabbed at her tears. "Tell me what's going on."
[And now for the million-dollar question: when his wife and his mom are fighting, whose side will the husband take?]
[OMG, why is this suddenly so sweet?]
Lucas sniffled, her voice full of grievance. "But... it's about your mom."
"My mom?" Her husband frowned. "What is it?"
Tears started welling up in Lucas's eyes again. "Remember when your mom was walking the dogs and Maya went missing? I just found out... Maya didn't run away. Your mom sold her."
