Mrs. Angelica was in the kitchen when she heard the door slammed open. She trod to the kitchen door and stretched out her neck to verify who it was.
" Lucretia..." she mumbled, walking out of the door
"It's me mum...." answered Lucretia dully as she gently closed the door behind her.
"What are you doing at home by this time? Did something happened?" questioned Mrs. Angelica
bemused as she neared her.
Lucretia sighed and slammed herself on the sofa beside the door.
"Are you okay dear? Do you feel sick or something?" questioned Mrs. Angelica anxiously as she sat beside her.
"You can tell me anything dear." she added, brushing her hand through her daughter's hair.
Lucretia slowly turned to face her mother with tears in her eyes.
"Why are you crying dear..?"
"Mum..., it's Phil...It
