“Of course, sweetheart,” Vanessa replied, straightening his collar with care. “Don’t worry about a thing. Your mother will be in the best hands. Go conquer the world.”
Daniel hugged his mother tightly.
“I love you, Mom. Take care. I’ll bring you that silk scarf you liked from the magazine.”
“Go with God, my son,” Clara whispered, blessing him softly.
Daniel got into the black car, which rolled down the long driveway. Vanessa stood at the door, waving until the vehicle disappeared beyond the iron gates.
And then—
The change was terrifying.
Vanessa’s warm smile twisted into a look of pure disgust. She turned slowly toward Clara, her eyes suddenly cold, cruel.
“Well, he’s finally gone,” Vanessa snapped. “Listen carefully, you useless old woman. For the next three days, you’re not going to be cluttering up my living room or dirtying my rugs.”
“Vanessa, dear…” Clara began, stunned.