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.