ASHAL
"Why are you quiet?" I ask mother with red eyes. She's sitting up on her bed, with a shawl swaddling her body. I've watched her sitting quiet for two days ever since Ashton left the mansion. I think I've given her more than enough time to recuperate and tell me why the fuck she's watching our family burn to the ground.
I lurch to my feet and stifle the urge to kick something. "Why, mother? Don't act like you're powerless. If anyone can stop his madness, IT'S YOU. Again, I ask, why are you choosing to stay quiet even after he kicked Ashton out?" Her eyebrows slant upwards at me.
"Ashton will be fine." Her voice is a tender whisper. "I put plans in place to make sure he's taken care of out there. He won't want for anything or live like a pauper, never." She pulls the shawl tighter around her body, quivering to a chill I can't sense. "Otto will see to it that your brother's fine so don't worry about him."
