The desire

"Achoo-Achoo…" Abigail's nose was as red as a tomato. Her eyes were watery. She was suffering from a headache too.

She was terrified when she imagined how furious Christopher would be after seeing her catch a cold. She had not forgotten how he had dragged her to the hospital leaving his grandfather's funeral.

He had taken out his rage on his mother at the time. But this time, his rage would be directed at her.

Abigail took a quick sip of the hot ginger soup as if she would get better at it before he got back home.

Ding-Dong…

She flinched at the sound of the doorbell, her heart trembling. She subconsciously looked at the table clock on the side table.

9:30 pm.

Her jaw dropped open.