"Mommy, please don't do anything rash," Dolores thought over and over, the sudden fear gripping her heart. Mommy wasn't planning to die for Uncle Hank, was she?
"What are you saying?" Victoria Talkington struggled to smile, but all she could muster was a faint movement of her lips. "I have you guys, so how could I do something foolish? I just want to be alone for a while, I... I'm very tired..."
She needed space.
She had been pushed to her limits these past few days, almost to the breaking point.
"Let's go Dolores, we should leave now," Michael tugged Dolores. "We need to give Mommy some space."
He instructed the bodyguards, "You guys watch over my mother. If anything happens to her, you know what to do."
A dirt-covered off-road vehicle slowly made its way onto the main road from the countryside.
The driver's face was stern and alert.
Suddenly, a phone on the co-pilot's seat rang.
