112. Other Plans

"Mummy? What is this?"

My eyes blink open to Sammy's worried face, "What is it, honey?"

"This," he shows me an article on his tablet.

"Honey? What are you doing reading that?" I collect the device from him, squinting my eyes to try reading what is written there.

"Wait… Who even gave you access to this?"

"Dad said I can have a Google alert on you, so anytime someone posts something about you, I will be able to see it."

The next question I am about to ask him hangs on my throat when I see the title of the article—Married to the devil.

"What sort of—"

"Who wrote such a thing about you, mummy?"

I swallow hard as I contemplate between shutting down the tablet or further reading it to find out what the write up says.

"I… I don't know. I guess I have to find out about it."

"What's going on here?" George asks on putting his head into the space in between the door.