Unholy

Glory

Denver

I decided to prepare a snack and take it to Candace upstairs; she hadn't left her room much since the scandal that had happened in that house last week, and I was worried. What if she did something she would regret later? Besides, I had to play my role as a mother-in-law. I looked out the window at the vast field of pine trees that surrounded the Morton mansion until I lost sight of it, and there, I could see the mountains covered in snow on their tops as if they were big chocolate cakes with whipped cream topping.

That image brought a silent peace inside. When I moved into this house, that view of nature was the thing that I certainly liked at first. The toaster alarm went off, alerting me that the toast was ready. I went to get it, buttered it, arranged everything on the tray with a glass of juice, and then went up the stairs to Candace's room.

Ivor, my little son, was playing with his nanny in the living room in front of the TV. He was already five years old; it was