Anita's eyes wandered everywhere around the room except from Damien's direction, he had his hands crossed over his chest while he sat on one of the sofa's waiting for any possible explanations..

Damien deserved to know what made his mum choose to lie to everyone about her death, every part of him was happy that she was still breathing.

"You really can't blame me for this one honey, I just tried to help out"

"Help out? mum! I cried all night to sleep like a five year old, sometimes I blamed myself for your fake death and you-

Anita stood up from her seat and walked into the kitchen hurriedly,...