-Trevor-

I recognized madness when I saw it. And now I saw it in my mother’s eyes.

“Mom?” Hesitantly, I called her.

And when she turned her head towards me, and a smile crept onto her lips, I knew she was planning something… and it was not a good one.

It was Jerome who answered my question.

“Your mother came to me with a great plan,” he said. He glanced at my dad’s hand on his shoulder, and reluctantly, my father retreated.

“What plan?” My dad asked, and then he shifted his gaze to my mom. “What plan, Miriam?”

Dad only called Mom by her first name when he was...