TITLE: Secondhand Sinners
GENRE: Women's fiction
She was nine-years-old when she first suspected her mother didn’t like her, fifteen when it became clear she hated her and eighteen when she had to surrender any hope that the woman who gave birth to her wanted her in her life. Now, at thirty-five, Emily Matthews was dangerously close to becoming just like her mother.
Why else would she have hesitated to answer the call when she saw it was from the school? Why else would she have considered telling the nurse she couldn’t come get her son because she was about to go into her first job interview since her ex-husband left? Why else would she be sitting in her car instead of storming into that building where her son was lying on the floor of the cafeteria having a meltdown?
These moments of hesitation, consideration and desperation didn’t last long — five to ten seconds at the most. But they cut her, bled her, drained her. Jack deserved a better mother, one who wasn’t bleeding all the time.
Emily took one last second to wallow in her pity and then got out of the car, hurrying in long strides to rescue her son. She was almost to the front door of the school when a man walked out to greet her. She immediately identified him as the school’s psychologist. They all looked the same with their clipboards and uneasy approach. This man’s white hair and beard were a nice touch, though. Made him look a little like Santa Claus.