Finnegan
"I don't know what's going on exactly," Martha's voice trembled as she pulled me away from mother's room, glancing around the corridor as if someone was going to jump out from the shadows.
"What have you seen, Martha?"
"She has been on the phone at all hours," she mumbled, pursing her thin lips. The wrinkles on her face looked more severe with worry etched all over them.
"She screams a ometimes, which she never does. Your mother does not scream, Finn."
"In my thirty years, I have never once heard her raise her voice past a certain level." Her eyes moved to the closed door. "
"Two nights ago, I heard her telling someone that if IT came out, she would handle it personally." She shook her head slowly. "The way she said it, it was terrifying."
Just what had mother gotten roped into? What was she up to?
