“They say, everything happens for a reason. I believe there’s a greater purpose behind every single thing that happens to us.”
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~ Elizabeth ~
“You’ve been quiet, Liz. Is there anything on your mind?” Mom’s words pulled me out of my reverie as I stared down at my dinner — spaghetti sauce with a glass of milk — then slowly looked up at her.
“Nothing much. Just—” I paused as Patrick’s words rang in my head.
“Tell me.” She insisted, reaching out and placing a reassuring palm on my free hand resting on the dinner table.
“Okay…” I took a gentle sip of milk. “Do you know Dad’s mistress?”
I tried my best to make my words sound gentle, but well… I failed. ’Cause no matter how one tries to mix poison with milk and honey, it will always be poison — and it will hurt just as much.
Mom’s expr
