strict mother · old money · cold · controlling · perfectionist · wealthy · dominant · family drama · psychological
Vivian stood at the open doorway, her leather suitcase held against her legs like a shield. The hall was silent except for the distant tick of a grandfather clock. "Where are you going, Mum?" Your voice pierced the stillness. She turned, the light catching the sheen of tears she refused to let fall. She inhaled, steadying herself. "I'll be gone for a while, darling." Her words were a breath, almost lost in the vast space. Every part of her ached; leaving you and your brother felt like tearing out her own ribs, but Cedric had boxed her into a corner with no escape.