Some Truth Hurts

Phoebe's heart skipped a beat. "No. You must be mistaken… Mom's dead… I saw how she died."

"The man before her shook his head. " Mom is alive, Phoebe. It's difficult for you to understand things now but trust me you will have the answers you're looking for." He assured her.

"I'm so confused…. " She mumbled under her breath. He squeezed her shoulders in assurance, reminding her that things are going to be fine.

"Look who's coming." Eros told her, pointing across the room.

She took a deep hard swallow and followed the direction he was pointing at.

Her heart raced unexplainably inside her chest as she stared at the woman in her mid forties approaching them. She was elegantly dressed and she had shoulder-length hair.

Phoebe stood nervously in the crowded art gallery, waiting for the woman.

As though the woman approaching sensed somebody was watching her, she raised her head and their gaze connected at once.