Third Person Pov

"Where are you going this early, Mrs Matthews?" Mrs Winchester's voice sliced through the quiet morning.

The old, gossipy bat stood on her porch, arms wrapped around her flat chest, a fake smile etched on her face.

A classic "Karen", snobby as hell from old money. As if that wasn't worse, she was an elder in Matthews church.

This wasn't what Donna needed right now. Yesterday was a painful day. Matthews didn't come up, if he had though she wouldn't have let him in.

This morning, as soon as she heard his car leave the driveway, she freshened up, eager to leave the house.

Donna gave the...