A grand Charade

-Trevor-

I recognized madness when I saw it. And now I saw it in my mother’s eyes.

“Mom?” Hesitantly, I called her.

And when she turned her head towards me, and a smile crept onto her lips, I knew she was planning something… and it was not a good one.

It was Jerome who answered my question.

“Your mother came to me with a great plan,” he said. He glanced at my dad’s hand on his shoulder, and reluctantly, my father retreated.

“What plan?” My dad asked, and then he shifted his gaze to my mom. “What plan, Miriam?”

Dad only called Mom by her first name when he was demanding an explanation or when they were in a serious conversation. And I never liked hearing it because it always meant something bad.

Mom’s earlier courage seemed to dissipate the moment she made eye contact with Dad.

Her voice trembled slightly, and she repeatedly looked away as she said, “I want our daughter back.”

Blood rushed to Dad’s face, making it flush with anger. “She chose to leave us for that worthless boy, and you