"What? Tell her the truth?" He countered.
Three months ago....
It was the day before Mona died. Ian woke up to the sound of someone banging on his door. His head was pounding from the terrible hangover. He groaned in annoyance thinking it was Mona. He wanted to ignore but the knock persisted. If it was Mona, she would simply walk in so he got out of bed and forced himself to the door.
Soon as he opened the door, a hard slap landed on his left cheek. He liked up to find a pissed off Nora only for her to slap his other cheek.
"Aunt Nora", he said with a groan in pain. That was the last thing he needed.
She walked in and faced to look at him when he closed the door. "You little shit!" she growled.
"Aunt Nora-"
