My mother stands and motions me to join her in the kitchen. I sigh and follow her, I have no other choice. Arriving there she tells me, "Ava Max will be staying with us."
My eyes go wide, and I ask in a high-pitched tone, "who will what now?"
My mother looks at me as if I have just asked her one of the dumbest questions. She doesn't answer me. My night can't get any worse, seriously, first walking down the alley in the dark, and now this?
We look at each other and when she doesn't answer me, I repeat the question, "mom, I asked, who will what now?"
"Ava, the lady in the sitting room will stay with us." My mother says.
I shake my head at her, this can't be happening. No way in hell.
"Mom, we can't just stay with her, we don't know her. We are not supposed to do that. We should be careful about who we allow into our home." I tell her, my voice even breaking a little bit. I swear my inner insecure self is coming out.
