I sucked in a breath and held it. I’ve moved past the point of getting angry at whatever she said about me or did to me but any reference to my mother still left me boiling with anger. My mother is dead. Why can’t they just leave her alone?
“Any guesses as to why you’ve been summoned here today?” Madame Francesca asked as she slowly and gracefully got to her feet. Slowly and very deliberately, she walked towards me until she was standing less than an arm’s length away from me.
“No, Madame Francesca,” I replied evenly as if reciting a poem.
“I see…” She said in a tight voice before turning with rapid speed to fetch a white envelop that was resting on the armchair.
Before I could react, the furious Madame Francesca had flung a pile of what I initially thought was paper at my face. The paper scattered in the air all around me and I felt a slight sting on my cheek. Reaching up, I realized that one of them must have left a slight cut on my face.
