“You locked two-year-old Lily in the dark,” Mariana said.

“I was enforcing behavioral self-regulation,” Teresa said.

“You were always far too permissive with her, Mariana.

Just like you were too permissive as a girl.”

Teresa’s jaw tightened, and her shoulders shook as she pressed her forehead against the window frame.

“How can my own daughter stand there and let me go to state prison?” Teresa sobbed.

“After every sacrifice I made to raise you?”

Mariana leaned close to the silver speaker grille.