Rose
It’s early morning when the maid calls for me. I head out and find her at the door, standing with a large shiny package in her hands.
“This was sent for you,” she tells me, and I grab the box from her.
“Thank you.”
The moment it’s out of her hands and into mine, I rush to Joey’s room and lock it. The packaging is so big that I have to hold it with both hands. It shines, standing out from anything in this house.
I breathe out a breath of relief now that I am behind closed doors.
Joey is still asleep. I check up on him, and he looks way better than he did yesterday. That b***h will pay for what she did to my son. I know it’s her. If she thinks she can get away easily, then she will get the shock of her life, and I won’t bend where Joey is concerned.
I open the box, and a silk ma
