Enola is up and on her feet before she has time to think. Whatever she was feeling before has been swept away and completely overtaken by her daughter’s wail. The sound is driving her half mad – with what she can’t say. The scene in the living room stops her cold. For a precious few seconds Enola can’t move as her mind tries to process what she’s seeing.
Threat. No, no, no. Jamie.
“What are you doing?” In stark contrast Enola’s voice is full heat, her words have no smooth razor’s edge, they are thick and heavy with the power that she works so hard to contain. She grabs Jamie’s upper arm and yanks hard to turn him around.
The movement is sudden and enough to let Izzy slip free of her father’s grasp. Momentarily stunned when she hits the floor it’s not long before fear kick starts her still tiny limbs and she’s running away, sobbing so hard she’s hiccupping.