Natalie Jackson.
Arriving on the second floor, I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest.
Asher pushed the door open and led me into the sitting room.
Mrs. Agnes Jackson was perched on one of the white couches in the sitting room, going through a fashion magazine. But as her eyes locked with mine, she spat out the juice into her glass cup and dropped it on the coffee table. Glaring at me, she demanded, "What are you doing here? Asher, what is she doing here?"
"Mom," Asher let go of my hand and walked over to meet his mother.
Mrs. Agnes shifted her focus away from me to her son, waiting to hear his explanation. However, I took it upon myself to approach her, kneeling beside her feet to apologize.
"I am sorry, Mother, for being a bad daughter to you." I knelt a short distance aw
