We need to talk

She was gone.

And panicking big time. I felt like I should do something. Anything. But I could not bring myself to. I was only looking at her.

And I did not like what I saw at all. She was white as sheet. She looked like she'd pass out. She was nothing like the woman I saw the other time who I felt would bite my head off if I made the wrong move. The woman that would have my head if I did but mistake say the wrong words.

She was like a shell if herself right now. She looked like she was scared of me. She was visibly shaking. And the only thought that could go through my head right now is that she was scared.

Of me.

Or maybe of the fact of what I might do if things went South.

Maybe she thinks I'm here to take her. I was. The plan before was to take the issue to court and take custody of my child back and probably blame her for keeping the fact that our child did not die then away from me.

But then after I learnt about what my mother did to her, I could not even bring myself to