Serendipity

She sat in the Starbucks cafe, sipping her coffee and staring out of the window. The blood stained knife lay next to her handbag, covered with her blue silk scarf. She sat alone, shaking. She wished she drank alcohol, it might steady her. A strong Americano was the next best alternative. She struggled not to cry. It all started while her son Amit was in the tenth standard. Being a single parent for the last five years, getting her son admitted in the same school as where she taught was a big relief. It had not been easy for her to convince the principal, who firmly believed that a child would get pampered beyond cure, if he or she studied in a school where his or her mother taught. It was a rare case where he relented; after all her skillset was also rare, a double masters and a doctorate from the Oxford. Only a fool would let her go. At the same time, she was warned to be extra cautious, so as not to allow her son have an unfair advantage of her presence. That day she decided th