C36 He doesn't share anything with me

Anne's heart pounded like a war drum as the venomous words slithered from Paul's lips. Her brows arched involuntarily, a mix of disbelief and fury contorting her features. She locked eyes with Paul, her own son, his face contorted by a twisted perception.

"Paul, are you out of your mind?" Her voice trembled with a volatile mixture of hurt and anger