Chapter 30 A Mother's Doubt

• Eleanor Ricci
• The elegant ticking of the antique clock on the far wall blended seamlessly with the low murmur of the television as I sat back in my favorite plush armchair, the soft glow of the afternoon sun casting a warm hue over the grand sitting room. I adjusted my glasses as my eyes remained trained on the screen as my favorite Italian drama unfolded in front of me. It was one of the few pleasures I still indulged in, a rare moment where I could silence the constant hum of worry that followed me when it came to my only son.
• Christian had always been a mystery to me—always had been.