‘There’s cash missing from my bag.’
‘It wasn’t me.’
‘Roll up your sleeves.’
‘Mum, no. Why can’t you trust me?’
‘Trust? I trusted you while you looked me in the eye and promised you hadn’t touch my purse. I trusted you as you helped me look for jewellery I couldn’t find. I trusted you when you held my hand in the doctors, I was terrified I was losing my mind.’
‘But I’ve changed, I really have.’ Her cheeks were wet.
‘Then show me your arms.’ I clenched my jaw so tightly pain pulsed in my forehead.
She pushed up her sleeves and I closed my eyes.
Week three in bed with the flu. I missed everyone’s entries last week, including my own. I couldn’t miss another Friday Fictioneers though. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Read the other entries here.