Meant to be

The Truth Shall Set You Free - Third Person

Dr Beverly D'Silver sat in her ivory white pristine office, straightening one of the pencils that was astray, a compulsive perfectionist was often two words used to describe her. Removing her glasses for a moment she looked above her desk, the walls filled with awards she had won due to her astounding books in child psychology, her bachelors, masters and doctorate certificates. A life that screamed success as well as the pictures of her family during her marriage to Darius and post married life with Lynne. There was no reason for Beverly to feel incomplete but as she lay her eyes on the arm chair in the corner she recalled with defeat when Mason had told her he would be moving out.

Maternal was not the first word people associated with Beverly, or even the hundredth, but she always had a soft spot for Mason Clark. It always frustrated her that with all her dedicated years of studying psychology and the human mind she could not figure out why the Clark's treated Mason like a third class resident in their lives. Yet they treated their daughter Megan as if she were a direct descendant of Jesus Christ himself, to Beverly, Megan was an average child, at best.  Since the first time Beverly noticed the neglect Wesley and Vanessa Clark had shown Mason she knew it wasn't enough for social services to do anything about, like she'd been taught by her ex mother in law - whenever money was involved a problem isn't always solved. So she did the next best thing, she took it upon herself to care for the boy to her best ability and she thought she had done so quite well till Mason had sat in that damn chair and announced he was moving out.

Mason had caught her off guard when he knocked on her door asking if he could talk to her. Thinking he might be in turmoil she quickly invited him in, letting him sit, he explained; well confessed, to be precise, that he had to move out as he had overstayed his welcome as he Michel and him were no longer friends. Beverly believed that the boys were of an age where any argument they were having could easily be resolved between themselves, as a guilt ridden Mason was about to explain what had been the cause of their falling out Beverly had stopped him. She asked him two things, one, by telling her would it make Mason feel better and two, was it crucial. After contemplation the answer was no, Beverly didn't feel the need to pry in her children's life especially when they became adults but her soft spot for Mason made it difficult for her to concentrate. She noted that Mason moving out had caused a rippling effect in her household, Michel moped about, Evie and Michel were no longer speaking, Carlisle buried his head in his books to avoid any confrontation whilst her youngest Raphaella carried on as if it were business as usual, it had been the quietest the house had ever been. 

Now that Mason was no longer living with them, Beverly was convinced he would be suffering from loneliness given that Michel had cut him off. As much as she believed that her children were all capable of resolving their own problems she knew every now and again they needed a delicate push from their mother. Plus Beverly couldn't stand to let this one go any further.

Standing up and patting down her pant suit she strode out of her office, checking her watch, she noted it was almost dinner time. Their chef, Remy had been labouring over a monkfish paella all afternoon ready to reveal his masterpiece to the family. Remy had made sure to prepare the meatiest of meals as Evie notified him she wouldn't be having dinner at the table if Michel was home. A family tiff Remy had no interest in getting involved in, he just enjoyed not having to prepare a separate vegetarian meal for Evie.

"Raphaella, where is your brother?" Beverly asked her youngest daughter who was nose deep in a Cosmopolitan magazine, sitting at the kitchen counter.

"I think you're going to have to be more specific than that" was how her twelve year old responded raising her head from her magazine, when she saw the look on her mother's face she changed her tune quickly.
"Michel's still sulking in his room"