“You know he won’t be back for long.” Her mother’s words from the other end of the telephone line punched her deep in the solar plexus. Feeling hurt, she was unable to reply for a while. Undeterred, her mother ploughed on.
“I always said he was trouble. You never listen to me.”
She dug her nails deep into her palm, afraid she’d draw blood, in an effort to restrain the biting response on the tip of her tongue.