Mrs Fox made dinner. As much as they pretended it didn't exist, the tension in the air was intense, hot and piping.

Helen stepped out of the guest room to find Rachel and Mrs Fox at the table. Rachel and her mother exchanged nervous glances.

Mrs Fox smiled awkwardly at her sister as walked into the dining room.

“You freshened up.” Mrs Fox stated.

“Yes. The water was warm and refreshing.” Helen replied. She didn't mix the secret communication shared between mother and daughter. She passed a look to Rachel.

“Rachel, how are you feeling?” Helen's question had more to it than her mere words.

Rachel, like the child Helen...