Ivonne’s POV

Lora came to a halt before I did, my feet stopping their movement as I inhaled sharply. For seconds I stood there, not sure if I was breathing as I slowly observed the scene in front of me.

The two people who were seated closely hadn't noticed our presence or the fact we were ogling them. Tobias held Martha’s arm, a white substance which I presumed to be toothpaste causing a relatively large patch on her skin.

Mother was sending them the stink eye, her fingers in a fist at her ...