Becca peeped at her mother. Even though the beautiful, alluring and middle-aged woman meant to console her daughter and stop her from making premature assumptions, she sounded cold and insensitive.
"How can you tell me to save my tears, mom? Are you expecting the worse to happen?" Becca asked, sniffing uncontrollably as tears raced down from her eyes.
Her mother shook her head rigorously.
"I'm only telling you to know your actions at all times, girl. Don't allow anything that ought not to phase you to bother your sweet heart, okay?" Becca's mother said.
"Find out from Jude first. Let him tell you the truth, and then you can take whatever action you like, based on what he would tell you," she added.
"But what if he lies? You know men are so skilled at lying. What if he starts tell
