A Mother’s Concern
“Oh, my poor, sweet boy. I am so sorry about Cassandra. She would have made a wonderful addition to the family. I liked her.”
“Oh, my poor, sweet boy. I am so sorry about Cassandra. She would have made a wonderful addition to the family. I liked her.”
She pulled me toward a bench, and we sat down and gazed at the night sky. “I can’t wait to grow old with you,” she sighed, putting her head on my shoulder.
Nudging the door open with my foot, I listened for noises, but heard nothing. I quietly moved through the foyer and into the living room. My heart dropped into my stomach. It couldn’t be…
Dad paced the floor on the opposite end of his office from the body. I’m sure he was wondering what Mother was going to say when she found out about this. She’d either give him an alibi or hang him out to dry.
I studied the scorch mark and my blood ran cold. It was a pattern I had seen one too many times in my immortal life. Turning around, I looked at him. “What did you do?”
When I got back, repair orders were piled high on Heph’s desk. I don’t know what Charlie and his crew did while I was gone, but it wasn’t work, that’s for damn sure.
It was rare that I ran into a woman I had spent time with on my travels. Even more unusual that I remembered any of them at all. But Cassie…she was different.
“Well, there’s a small problem that I am hoping you can help me with,” she said. “Someone has broken into your father’s office.”