If this had been some kind of television drama series that Alice had been watching… this would have been a time for reconciliation. Of mending wounds and wiping tears. She had decided to not avoid her mother any longer. So it was supposed to be a chance for a mother and daughter to get past their differences and come together.
But this wasn’t a dream.
Shuffling the box in her hand, she finagled for her keys and unlocked the heavy door. The woman was welcomed with darkness. Pitch black darkness. Alice flicked on the lights, because she was seriously not going to walk inside without it—that would have been the makings of a horror movie.
“Hic, Alice you’re already home?” a voice drawled from the living room.
“Mother?” she stepped into the room and noticed the telly was playing idly in
