Zephyr's chest burned, heart aching like it would be ripped off him. The pain tore through him, unbearable. Of all persons Jason's mother would slander, it was his mother, his mother who he'd not seen for over a month now. He wasn't even sure she was faring well overseas or if she was still alive.
His fingers curled into fists under the table, eyes fixed on the woman who sat upright, face etched with pleasure as she butchered his mother silently.
“It must really hurt to be her son,” Jason's mother said. Her voice dropped, laced with venom. “Honey, what do you say, you agree don't you?”
“Hmm,” the man nodded. He passed the bowl of porridge over to Sylvia's mother. “I agree, it's not really his fault that his mother had an affair with a rogue.” The man said reluctantly. He took up his cu
