I turned my back to find Mrs Wright standing with her hand crossed before me. My anxiety was surging through the roof! Standing in front of my parents’ killer was too much to take in, let alone not being able to expose her! Without proof, like Mr Grayson, no one would believe me! I should have expected that happened but I didn’t know why I thought Mr Grayson would choose an ‘employee’ over his own biological mother who took care of him for years ever since he was born. I wanted to say a million things to Mrs Wright! Even shout and scream at her. But I knew that I would be the one painted as a liar and a bad person. So, I kept my emotions to myself. “What are you doing here? Where is Grayson?” Mrs Wright asked while looking questionably at me. My eyes were moving from left

