Chapter Seventy Eight

Reyna staggered into the house, her heart wrenching in pain as she walked into her room and slammed the door close. Her words the woman had said to her kept ringing in her brains, and made her feel dirty. Was she begging? She didn’t ask for this, she didn’t know her son, he had come to her not the other way round and for some reason, they made it seem like she had done it.

“Name your price.” She recalled her saying.

And it was at that moment that the last straw keeping her from crying broke into two. Picking her bag from the floor, she had picked to her heels, the mocking smile of the old lady resounding in her ears.

She shook the thought off her head, peeling her clothes off her body one after the other and walking to the bathroom. She took her time, allowing the warm water to cool off the heat from her body. Standing underneath the shower, her hand moved to her hair, her hand scrubbing her scalp as the words continued to ring in her head.

Turning off the shower angrily, she took he