"You look at it wrongly," her mother's speech came out in a hiss, her tongue had turned like a snake that slithered in and out of her mouth when she spoke to her, "I am merely trying to protect you and here you are putting the blame on me. Come here, dear," she raised her hand, reaching out to Penny who stood far away from her.
Penny shook her head, "What did you do to father?" she wanted to know about him. She had found out that he had died but she wanted to know more about it and she knew her mother had hidden the information about him.
"You already know the answer. It should be there in your memories," her mother smiled looking at her. Penny didn't know. How could she know when her mother had erased all of the important parts of her life. But she said that she knew about it? Did that mean she was there with her father? Of course, her mother had done something.