Mother

Vincent

Anne left again.

But to her new apartment in school. I knew she met with my mother because she told me before going. I knew the meeting with my mum was going to be bumpy and had tried talking her out of going but she insisted she needed to accord that respect to her. I had asked to follow her, but she declined. She said she could handle it. I knew my mother and what she was capable of doing when she’s against something. She might not succeed in her antics but she can get nasty in her dealings. This was why immediately after my shift ended that afternoon, I had rushed over to her boutique to make sure Anne wasn’t bullied.

I arrived late.

Just as I was about to leave my car and enter the boutique, I saw her running off, towards the bus stop, with her hands covering her face.

The thought of what my mum must have done to her had left my head that instant because Anne had not been watching where she was running to.

God! I was scared out of my skin.

I didn’t even know how I go