Carmela left the school in a daze, her mind racing. She had never hit anyone before, and the fact that she had lost control scared her.
But she was also relieved to have gotten her kids away from Nichole. As she drove home, she thought about the things Nichole had said. "I have to protect them," she thought, her hands gripping the steering wheel. "I can't let anything happen to them."
When she got home, she was surprised to see that the house looked completely different. The damage from the kidnapper had been repaired, and everything looked brand new.
"What on earth, happened here?" She was happy to the new look of her furnished house.
At the door of her door front stood a man in a black suit and square glasses. The man turned out to be Andrew.
Why was he here?
"Andrew, surprise seeing you here." Carmela looked flushed as her kids rushed past her into the house.
"We need to speak." He said, walking into the house.