Sleep proved elusive, no matter how much she tossed and turned. Her mind kept replaying the moments at the old wooden shed with her mother and her brother. She squeezed her eyes shut, the same scenes playing over and over in her head.
One person - so close to her, always so supportive and caring that she could practically feel his protection like a safety blanket around her. Then there was her own mother, so cold, filled with bitterness and devoid of emotions.
They all had the same life together, she was their mother for heaven's sake, and yet it was crystal clear that she had never truly felt a maternal bond with Francine.
She was nothing more than a burden to her, an albatross around her neck.
She got what she deserved in the end. She deserved to die for the awful things she'd done t
