Alexandria
How could Bryce spew hateful, threatening things one minute and sound suave and debonair the next? Each word he uttered had me on the edge of my figurative seat, fearful of the other shoe dropping.
Placing my hand in his, I stood, searching for an out. I turned back to his mother. "Suzanna?"
Bryce's fingers wrapped around my hand, squeezing tighter and tighter.
"Yes?" she answered.
"Have a nice evening."
"Thank you, dear. I'm more than pleased with your change in attitude."
I feigned a smile. "You can thank your son for showing me the light."
Her cheeks rose higher, her gleaming smile radiating true appreciation toward Bryce.
Had she really raised a psychopath without knowing?
"You two have fun."
Pulling me closer, Bryce held my hand while circling his other arm around my waist. "Oh, we will, Mother. Right, darling?"