#CHAPTER 72: A Mother’s Hatred

THIRD PERSON POV With the swift press of a button from her manicured thumb, the call came to an end, and Victoria tossed her cell phone onto her bed, inches away from her open purse as she continued to pack. Vaguely, the television could be heard playing in the background of the bedroom, something she had turned on in a feeble attempt to occupy her busy mind to no avail. In the end, she hardly paid it any mind. How could she concentrate on some stupid news channel when she was too busy getting ready to visit Sarah in the capital? Over two weeks had passed since that fateful, gut-wrenching day… since her precious little girl, the sparkling jewel of her amber eye was wrongfully imprisoned, and life had yet to fall back into place for Victoria. How was she supposed to pretend everything was normal while her heart was stuck behind bars, miles upon miles away from home? It was simple. She couldn’t. It was impossible—unthinkable. Though, the transition to this harsh new reality seem