"Mom, are you in there?" Jules heard the soft knock before the door opened, revealing her son.
At first, she would admit, her heart almost jumped out of her chest when she heard the faint commotion outside the room.
She guessed she had been dreading every second as she paced the spacious room as if waiting for her sentencing.
She kept telling herself she could do this. However, every minute she spent inside that room made her feel. It was like she was about to sit on the electric chair.
"Yes, my darling." She quickly moved toward the door, opening it wide to check on her son.
She asked her child, whom she had left in his room a while ago. She swore he was already fast asleep with his eyelids closed and even breathing.
"Did you have a bad dream?" That was the only explanation why her son would be up this late as she checked the time.
