SEVENTY NINE

A few weeks was enough to restore my house to order as everything went back to normal; thankfully, no one suspected a thing, not even Michael. I was in the room preparing to leave for another women’s estate meeting because we were all informed that Patricia would be in attendance.

Michael was also in the room with me as he surprised me and brought up a discussion about our son Leo.

"Scarlett, we need to stop putting pressure on Leo,” Michael started off, and I looked at him from the mirror, where I stood, wondering where he had come up with the idea that pressure had been put on Leo in the first place.

“We don’t put pressure on him, Michael; what are you on about? Whatever he does, he does on his own free will,” I say as I move away from the mirror and sit on one of the chairs so I can put on my heels. “Is that what he said?”

“Leo didn’t say anything like that,” Michael affirmed, simply confirming that he is the one putting ideas in his head.

“Then clearly we aren’t putting any pressu