Episode 22

Sitting face to face with the stoic Kelvin while King nestled on her lap, inserting his hand into her t-shirt, Syntia fixed her puzzled gaze on Venice laid motionless on a bed in a huge room. An IV tube ran down from a bag of transparent liquid and into the back of her palm.

"Where did you meet my Mom?"

Syntia shifted her gaze to Kelvin's squinted eyes roaming over her body. "Sir?" She adjusted her body in the chair.

"It was quite clear that my Mom knew you."

"Me? I don't know her. That was my first time meeting her."

"Nah… I don't think so." He wiggled his finger in Syntia's face. "Tell me your deal with her cause my sixth sense is on reader."

With a gaped mouth, Syntia studied Kelvin's determined gaze on her. When she swallowed hard, glancing down at the little boy cuddled in her arms, her cell phone rang.

"Please excuse me, sir, I need to take the call."

"Take that call when we're done talking."

"It might be important."

"You're trying to tell me that I'm talking trash, right?"

Clut