Candy's mother stands before us, perfectly composed with a polite smile plastered across her features. But I can't un see the ugliness that same face contorted into just days ago when she blindsided me with her hateful, volatile tantrum over the phone.
"Hello, you must be Candy's friend that she's mentioned."
She greets me in a saccharine tone utterly at odds with the contempt that laced her previous words. Maybe she's a bit intimidated by Zayn.
"And this must be your husband and children. I'm Sarah, it's so wonderful to finally meet you all."
I don't even have time to correct her about the 'husband" title. Let her think whatever she wants to think. I don't care what she thinks of me , honestly. I just want my friend to get better and come home.