Genevieve:
"Who's that woman?" I pointed my finger at her, stepping back as I remembered where I knew Abigail from. She was the girl who had saved me once from this woman's anger.
"My son! I've come from the--" The old woman stopped abruptly when her eyes landed on me, along with her son and Abigail. The smile she once had vanished, replaced by an evil, angry expression. She looked furious, like she was about to explode at any moment. She had some bags in her hands, seemingly from shopping, which she didn't care about dropping as she briskly paced towards me.
"Is she your mother?" I asked Emre, who quickly came before me when his mother attempted to hit me.
"Why is this woman here?" She yelled, jumping up and down, attempting to throw hands at me.
"Abigail, step aside," Emre yelled wh
