Her words started echoing through my head over and over again, but I still felt as though I had heard her wrong. Or at least, I hoped that I had. We had both fell silent. Mother looked deep into my eyes, holding her firm gaze, as if daring me to protest. But I felt too weak, too in shock to answer. I couldn’t even think straight. Everything had happened so fast.
I knew she had either followed me here with a taxi, or had heard my conversation with Adam over the phone and so knew where to find me. But that wasn’t the important matter at the moment. So, I asked the one question that I was afraid of hearing its answer, “Why?”
“Because as it seems, you staying here will not do you any good,” she said sternly and spoke her each word with such confident, as if she had been rehearsing it
