GEMMA
I saw red. "Madame Margaret?!" I almost screamed, jumping to my feet. "Why the hell is my mother with her?"
I began to pace around the room, biting my finger. "She knows. She knows that she's my mother. But how? How did she find her? And why did she send her my way?" I began to ask questions. Hopefully, they were the right ones.
"You think she wants to use her against you?" George asked but I could hear the disbelief in his voice.
"You don't know Madam Margaret the way that I do," I told him. "She's cunning and she's smart. If she sent my mother to deliver a message to me, she'd tell me directly what she's capable of doing. Who she has in the palm of her hand."
"I think you're overthinking this. How would she know that woman is your mother? Couldn't it be a coincidence?" George
