“She went back to her apartment. Mom she’s really taking this hard.”

Bette knew this was going to be extra hard on Ashlia. Ashlia was their daughter that Candace carried. From the moment Ashlia was born, they knew she was going to be a hand full. She didn’t deal with having two moms and being mix well. She blamed Bette and Candace for all looks and stares she had came across. All the name calling and the whispering behind her back.

“We have to help her. She feeling really bad for disowning us,” Bette said with tears forming.

“But, mom………….”

Bette interrupted Marcus. She knew that she and Candace provided a safe and happy home for both of their kids.

“No butts, Marcus. She needs us more than ever now. And Dacy.”

Dacy was the nickname that Bette had given her over the years. They both looked down at Candace. She had looked so peaceful but they knew it was all an act for their sake.

“I’m going to get a cup of coffee. Do you want any?”

Bette turned and looked at her son who had brought nothing but joy into her life. Marcus had learned both her and Candace trade. Art and Construction. He’d studied all over the world and now is home to run the family business. Ashlia on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with it.

“No honey, I’m fine.”

Marcus stood and kissed his mother on the cheek and exited the room.

“Be back soon,” he said before the door closed.

When Marcus left the room, she took the seat he had occupied. Once Bette sat she broke down into tears. Candace had her promised that she wouldn’t breakdown in front of them. They had never seen Bette weak and Candace didn’t want that now.

Bette could remember the last time she broke down this way. It was the time when Tina took Angelica for good. The times were she didn’t know if she would make it. A time were it was a struggle to keep on living.

Tina and Henry had been married and the judge had rewarded them full custody of Angelica. Henry was now legally her father. Now Bette was nothing to Angelica. Bette had sat in the back of the court room that day.