Grace’s face hardened at the sound of her daughter's name. Hearing that name pierced her like a knife. Grace glared at Elena and moved closer to her with a deep scowl on her face. She clenched her fist in anger and groaned at her.
“What are you doing, Elena?” She asked, her face scrunched, “What did I tell you about Catherine? The last time you left with her, what the hell did I tell you? Didn't I tell you never to call that name around me?”
Elena leaned on her seat with her gaze low. She clutched the leather of the chair and her eyes fluttered. Elena gazed at the elderly woman and plastered a small smile on her face.
“But,” she mustered the courage to say a word, “Catherine is out...”
Grace cut in, stomping her feet against the ground, “I have no daughter called Catherine. Stop call
