In the kitchen, Mr. Reaves’ mother turned to Paige. “Is there anything I can get for you?”
Being polite Paige opted to get a glass of water. “Some water would be nice thank you.”
The woman gave a frail smile, with quivering lips before turning around to pull a glass from the cupboard.
“So how do you know him?” Her voice was very shaky as she washed the glass before fulling it up with water.
“You mean your son?” Paige asked taking the water from her hand.
She gave a faint smile that looked like it took so much effort from her to do so. “yes, him.”
Hmm, Paige found it interesting that he did not get so much as the privilege to be called son, even though he clearly called her mother.
“We met at school. He is my Biology teacher.”
With widened eyes that lasted a slit second, she stared
