The Confession
She walked past the older woman with her head bow low.
David’s mother welcomed herself into the room where her son was seated with his back to the door; he busied himself with signing some documents from the office. “That was fast. I hope ya aren’t trying to poison me again.” He ventured, not even bothering to glance at the door. “Your wife is too nice to kill ya.” said Mrs. Leo. She pulled a small stool closed to her son and sat down, scrutinizing his wounded legs. “M-mother,” he shuttered; it surprised him to see his mother instead of Roslyn. “Ya did not tell me you’re coming today,” he said, looking all surprised. “Nonsense, must I tell ya before coming to see ya and your wife?” she asked