Agatha sat alone as Reece went to prepare the dinner he had spoken of. Her hand gripped the front of her dress, the fabric crumpling beneath her fingers, as Reece created a painful ache in her chest.
Agatha had never been hurt like this, and she hadn't expected the betrayal to come at the hands of her favourite child. The one she had first and the one who had placed her in the role of mother.
Agatha leaned over, trying to find a position that would ease the pain. She wanted to call Reece's name, but then she would be calling for the person who had hurt her so much. So, Agatha bore the pain alone until it settled.
'These rotten children,' Agatha thought, livid at how much her children had spoiled her plans.
Both Reece and Iris could have placed her in a position where she never had to worry about money again. Where she wouldn't have to bother seeing the nosy neighbours ever again.
