DOREEN RUTHERFORD
I paced about the living room with a tall glass of wine in my hand. To say I was angry would be an understatement.
I was in a rage....thinking about Jasamina. That girl will give me premature gray hairs at this point.
Just minutes ago, the commissioner called and told us that she had been found a thousand miles away from her. She had been in disguise and working as a librarian.
I was really happy. Finally, all this will be over. That girl that refused to grow up will be back in her husband's house.
The next call that came ruined my happiness. Utterly ruined it.
"She escaped! She took my son and escaped those incompetent fools!" Ludale had groaned in rage.
What does Jasamina really want!? That little witch! Does she not care about her parent's happiness!? Does she wants us to go back to poverty!?
"If the floor weren't tiles but carpets, you'll wear a hole to it," Mathew said as he entered the living room.
I glanced at my husband and he isn't looking so happy
