Braelyn's POV
"Margaret should have killed your mother when she had the chance."
I was puzzled by her statement. I did not understand what she meant. Who was Margaret? Who was this woman before me?
The only certain thing was that I was in this situation because of my mother. Her cold eyes remained on me, a small smile resting on her face.
"Do you know why you are here?" she asked. Her voice was calm, although her eyes were icy. She held her cane with both hands and patiently waited for my answer. I was literally at gunpoint and it felt as if any wrong answer could lead to my death.
I swallowed hard. My spit barely slid down my throat as I forced out an answer. "I do not know," I replied and she scoffed at my answer.
"Then why did you run away from home, Braelyn?" she pushed on with more questions. I did not know where she was heading but I managed to answer.
