Emma Pierce watched as Melanie's expression changed and she extended her hand to hold hers. On the outside, her face looked as if she might cry but on the inside, she was scoffing at the naivety of the girl. Did she really think she could help her reconcile with Adam? Maybe she could, but whether that reconciliation worked in her favour or against her, it would be for Emma to decide.
As Melanie held her hand, she grasped hers tightly, giving her a hopeful smile, as the girl started to talk "How touching… a mother longing for her son. If I didn't know better, Mrs Pierce, I might almost believe every word. Almost. Still, I suppose the title of 'mother' must mean something to you, even if you chose not to wear it when it mattered most."
Melanie's eyes remained soft and her smile gently, but with each word aiming for Mrs Pierce like a sharp knife, it made the older woman's expression more and more angry.
