Chapter Thirteen
It was Saturday morning, the day after the disastrous meeting with Mark. Beth woke to find Rick snuggled beside her. Since the separation, any upset always saw him creeping quietly into Beth’s bed. It happened less frequently now, but occasionally he still craved the security of his mother’s warm body.
Beth stroked strands of pale hair from Rick’s eyes, causing him to stir and smile in his sleep. An intense surge of privilege overwhelmed her, bringing with it the sting of tears. This simple pleasure of everyday mornings with her children could become a thing of the past if Mark had his way.
Why had she walked out on him like that? What a fool. Did she expect to change Mark’s mind by antagonising him? She had to repair the damage done, and as quickly as possible.
Easing
