Dr. Matilda Honey has dedicated her whole life to helping children, especially those with The Shining, children with special abilities as she was. For many years, she has actively contributed in Eleven Foundation, an organization dedicated to suppor...
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Shining among Darkness
By WingzemonX
Chapter 10 That girl did it, right?
After her pleasant meeting with Anna Morgan, Matilda took the rest of the afternoon to rest, think, and decide. She failed to do much of any of the three things. In the early night, she returned to her hotel room, took a hot bath to relax, and changed her clothes to something more comfortable: a baggy shirt she was given at a congress in Arizona she had attended four months ago, orange shorts, and no stockings or heels for the rest of that day.
She stood a few minutes in front of her laptop, trying to write some notes about that day. However, what kind of records could she write from the fact that a woman had directly asked her to kill her daughter? Yes, there was definitely a lot that could be taken out of that behavior, but she could only think about how much something like that could hit and affect the recovery of her accurate patient.
She gave up about it and preferred to do something else to clear her mind: talk with her mother.
In the time she had been in Salem, she had spoken with her mother by a phone call two or three times, especially on the weekend. Usually, she would first send a couple of messages to make sure she was not busy, and then would dial to speak more comfortably; neither was at all fanatic of having long conversations by text, especially if they have important things to say. On that occasion, however, Matilda chose to call directly without prior notice.
Luckily, Jennifer Honey was not busy or not enough to not answer a call from her beloved adopted daughter. When her phone rang, she was alone and silent, sitting comfortably in one of the armchairs in the living room of her spacious house in Arcadia, California, reading a detective-themed pocket novel under the light of an old-fashioned but functional lamp. But she did not hesitate to put her book aside when she saw the photo of Matilda and her, appearing suddenly on the screen of her phone, accompanied by that generic tune of an incoming call that she had never known, or even duly investigated, how to change.
At first, she felt somewhat alarmed by the sudden call, but that was something of any mother, or so she supposed. Matilda soon explained that it was nothing to be alarmed about, but that it was something a bit serious and she needed to talk to someone. Jennifer already knew the general context of Samara and her parents (as far as professional secrecy allowed), so the previous introduction was quite short, and she could go almost immediately to tell her about the little fruitful meeting with Mrs. Morgan.
"It sounds horrible," Jennifer exclaimed, almost horrified right after Matilda finished her description of the encounter.
"Keep calm, I have faced more horrible things."
"How is that supposed to calm me?"
Jennifer's voice had taken an almost comic tone, admittedly accidentally, that Matilda was hopelessly amused. She raised her feet to the bed, sat down, and hugged her legs with her free arm. Finally, she rested her chin on her knees and stared at the television off.
