Twelve: The Other Woman.

Mr Winters lifted his gaze from the plate of food in front of him. He halted his chewing, seeing his wife had barely eaten anything, for the last few days even. And his hands dropped the cutleries to his plate before gulping down some water.

“Theresa” Ferdinand called with a heavy accent in his tone.

Her eyes remained fixed on nothing in particular as she zoned out of that kitchen to where she was. “The police are doing their best to find where she is and Sofia will come back” Knowing what this was about, he continued and it was then Theresa darted her eyes back to him.

They were red with sour patches beneath that had shown she’d been crying for days. She never stood up for Sofia when she was around and she realized how much of a grave mistake that was. Because now, not only did she lose one daughter, Theresa had lost two and when she looked into Ferdinand’s eyes, she faced the pain and her heart was stung by immense resentment.

“It’s been one week” She gritted through her teeth and hi