Anna opened her mouth to reply, but Daisy beat her to it.
“No,” the girl said, rather sharply. “They don’t. And I would like to learn how.”
Anna stiffened. “Daisy…”
Daisy looked at her mother and arched her eyebrows. “Do you remember how easily-”
Anna’s eyes widened, and she winced. “Don’t say it.”
“-how easily that woman overpowered me?” Daisy finished, a bite in her words. “She was just a housekeeper.”
“I sincerely doubt her only job was to be a housekeeper,” Anna retorted.
Daisy’s eyes narrowed. “You know what I mean.”
“I tried to come after you-” Anna began.
“And you were manhandled like a child and shoved down onto the carpet!” Daisy yelled, cutting off Anna’s words and stopping her cold. “Don’t think I didn’t see it. I was trying to get to you too! There was nothing either of us could do! Don’t you want to change that?!”
Anna blinked. Her heart was racing, the memory coming back in full force, and she leaned entirely on the wall for support as she began to feel lightheaded. “We agreed,” she whispered, “to never talk about that day again.”
At once, Daisy knew she’d crossed a line. She took a small step toward her mother, but Anna was already pushing away from the wall and moving toward the stairs. “Mom!” Daisy called after her, but she was ignored. The master bedroom door shut soundly, and Daisy sank back into her chair. Her eyes were unfocused and teary, and her cheeks were red and warm. “I messed up,” she whispered softly.