A week after the wedding distortion, we all sat down to discuss the matter. James was there too. The children ran to Felisha and snuggled up to her but she seemed disinterested to talk to them.
“Where have you been, mummy?” Charles asked blankly.
“I was sick, my darling.” Felisha answered flatly. Charlene tagged on her dress but Felisha swatted her little hand away making Charlene sad.
“Charlene sweetheart, come here.” I called her with my arms open. The little girl brightened up and dashed to me. I heaved her up and sat her on my lap. Charles also followed suit and I lifted him up and put him on my other lap as well.
“I don’t want her to be my mummy.” Charlene complained to me as she looked at me.
“It’s okay, darling.” I told her while stroking her hair.
“You have poisoned my
