C41 Mother and daughter

“Momma?”

“Yes baby. It’s me.” Mare pulled her into a hug again, patting her hair. Maeve had her head on her shoulders. Concealing everything, she wasn’t gonna let the tears flow, because it wasn’t just tears that would come out of it. It was more than that. Something she can’t let her see. Something she mustn’t know about her daughter, more reason she can’t stay with her for too long