William
I didn't turn around. I didn't need to, mostly because I didn't want to see her face while she said whatever vile thing she had for this morning.
While that was probably a cruel thing to say, it fit my mother perfectly.
A sigh slid past my lips as I remained facing the window of my study, my hands clasped tightly behind my back as I stared at the gardens outside.
We'd been here for at least thirty minutes, and I wasn't sure which was more infuriating, her silence or the fact that she had taken an annoying likeness to the obnoxious tune she was drumming against my desk.
"If you've come to tell me to stop looking for her," I said quietly, "save your breath."
For a moment, there was silence, then I heard it. She let out a soft chuckle. It wasn't cruel and I could hear the am
