Chapter 8 - The Confrontation on the Porch
Connor looked at his mother through the narrow opening, his face completely devoid of affection or mercy.
"Your personal belongings have been packed into four suitcases and placed on the side porch," Connor said coldly.
Beatrice gasped, pulling off her sunglasses to reveal dark circles beneath her heavily powdered eyes.
"How dare you treat your own mother like a common criminal!" Beatrice shrieked, attracting the attention of neighboring manicured lawns.
"You are a criminal, Mom," Connor declared, holding up an official carbon-copy document from the Fairfax Police Department.
"The hospital ran blood tests on Ethan. They found the adult sedatives you were sneaking into his baby bottles."
Beatrice’s face drained of color so fast she staggered back half a step against the porch railing.
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"I... I was just helping him sleep so Sarah wouldn't be so stressed!" Beatrice stammered, her arrogant voice faltering for the first time.
"You were poisoning my child to make my wife look incompetent," Connor growled. "If you step foot on this property again, you will be arrested on sight."
