Ace remained silent, waiting for the matriarch to speak first.
Looking at her so up close and personal, made him realise just how old she had gotten.
He remembered when she could still walk without the need of a cane. When the leg pains started, they all begged her to go for surgery.
She flipped the middle finger at them, basically telling them to go to hell.
The nerve to try to tell her what was best for her health.
She was grieving her son who had just died. The Atticus were receiving attacks from the press every other Monday.
It was too much, and she was caught right in the middle of it all.
After the chaos died down, it was a little too late. The injury had gone deeper than surface level.
The surgery was carried out. However, she needed a cane to walk.
