My 72-year-old mother-in-law smoked every day in front of my young children, completely ignoring my desperate pleas. But one night, when I watched them in secret, I discovered WHAT I WAS TEACHING MY TWO CHILDREN. The scariest thing was that they didn’t even resist… ON THE CONTRARY, THEY BEGGED THEIR GRANDMOTHER TO CONTINUE! …

De repente recordé lo que había visto a través de la ventana.

Jack había levantado la mano hacia su rostro.

Pero no estaba fumando.

My fear had made me misunderstand everything.

However, there was still a question that did not leave me alone.

“Then why did you hide all this from me?”

Martha lowered her head.

“Because I asked him. I wanted to prove I could get it before I told you. I’ve made you so many promises and broken so many that I was ashamed to make you another.

What about the smell of cigarettes in children’s jackets?

—Eso fue culpa mía —admitió—. Al principio todavía fumaba en la cocina. Ellos se sentaban a mi lado y yo estaba tan concentrada en mi propia lucha que no me daba cuenta del peligro al que los estaba exponiendo.

He took me by the hand.