“You should have strangled him at birth!”
Ellen recoiled, staggering.
Her assailant was manhandled away by the police, and Sarah bundled Ellen into the car.
“Hang on, Ellen. We’ll soon be home.”
“That poor man… his family… and all because he gave my son a job.”
Ellen sobbed into her handkerchief as Sarah negotiated a cavalcade of camera flashes, ignoring the occasional livid face thrust against the side windows.
“They think I raised a monster. How could I know what he was capable of…?”
Sarah swallowed hard.
If it were my son, I think I’d have known…
But would she?
Looks like we might be in for a bunch of grim ones this week. 😦 So I’ll get mine in early. Friday Fictioneers, under Rochelle’s guardianship, takes flight again this Wednesday. Thanks for finding the time Rochelle, I know you’re up to your ears in work right now.