Chapter Twenty-Eight I

Blue had been sat in the bath for quite some time, though not because she’d woken in a fit of terror as she had the last time. She didn’t dream of an arranged marriage in her short nap. A life where her child fondly called Richard “dad”. Her mother’s only purpose was to ruin her life. She hadn’t seen Vincent in years. Though she still had a strange dream.

She had been at the breakfast table, nursing a bowl of porridge. Her parents were sat side-by-side as they always were. She could see the scene from an aerial view as though her soul had long since left her body and possessed the overhead lightbulb instead. Staring down at them, Bradley with a knife to the hilt in Marian’s back, he twisted when she fell silent, urging her to say something cruel and nasty to her daughter. This time, he tugged the knife out. Thrust it at the side of the woman’s spine, blood spraying the backs of the dining chairs and dripping steadily onto the floor. “God, you look terrible,” She spl