Patrick led her back to the bedroom and removed a painting, allowing her to look into the lounge through a two-way mirror. It felt painful to do it this way, but he hoped this would convince her that her current life would end the moment he granted her request. "Stay here, I want you to see what you will become. I'll be back soon." He paused by the door to give her one last chance to reconsider, "This won't be pleasant. You can change your mind."
She shook her head. She wasn't going to lose her chance of helping her Mum, not now.
The door woke her from her first tranquil sleep she had experienced in ages. Cynthia climbed from the soft mattress and peered into the lounge.
A woman in a white T-shirt and tight black skirt was standing in front of Patrick. From the way she was staggering ar
