Molly Dawes had lived in bath for just over nine months. She and Charles or boss man, as she called him, had brought a small Town house on the outskirts of the city.
Walking down the road to the small primary school where Sam, her almost stepson attended molly thought how she was going to tell Charles her news. He had been a way on training for his new position in the army. Sam had all ready guessed. The were no fly's on him. But he promised to let molly tell his farther. Charles had full custody, Sam had chosen to live with his dad, whom he worshipped. To Sam, Charles was a superhero.
"Sam, ya had a good day" molly asked her east London accent comming through causing the mothers all who were snobs of the highest sorts to look down there noses at her.
"It was ok. Is dad home yet?" Sam asked excitedly.
"Not yet scamp." Molly replied as the exited the gates of the school. That is where it went wrong. Molly felt a small push against her as they crossed the road. Then all molly saw was Sam's limp life less body in the middle of the road. All of her training left her and she just screamed.