‘Is this how I die?’

Sylvia had a one month old newspaper under her pillow.

It was the one with Henry's face on the first page and all about his new business venture. The article that the woman read two hundred times already made her realize something. Her son was ungrateful and stupid for letting others inside of his head to poison his mind against his one and only mother.

'He had never been a man with a backbone strong enough to betray me without a mastermind behind it all,' she was sure that the Robinsons got to him by now. But all that aside, and because he was so dependent on her, she knew that whatever influence he was currently under, it would be temporary.

He was the biggest part of her ongoing everyday life outside of prison, and whenever she thought about her Henry dear now, she missed him terribly.