Jemma took slow steps back, her knees felt cold immediately that she began stuttering.

“I.. it… it’s..” she managed to say. Words just couldn’t find it’s way out of her mouth.

Mrs Camila turned to look at Jemma with a death glare.

“How dare you!!!” She screamed out and Jemma staggered back

“I didn’t do anything… I never.. I didn’t mean to… “ Jemma replied stuttering.

Her mom just stood where she was, holding her father in her hands.

“What have you done Jemma??” She asked her and then Mrs Bertram grabbed Jemma by her wrist glaring intently into her eyes.

“If anything happens to my daughter and her baby,...