Chapter 34: My new patron saint of broken things
"Is she acting crazy?" Waylen asked me.
How was I supposed to tell him that sometimes while wrapped up in my own grief I forget I am not the sun and the world doesn't revolve around me?
Dear lord, please make mama okay!
"I don't know" I murmured.
"Cheer up. We could just call her and ask" Waylen said in a voice that said it wasn't a big deal.
I nodded.
I nodded because I didn't have useful words to say.
I mean, am I a bad daughter? If my mother was going mad I would know, wouldn't I? I would notice something, right? A symptom, maybe or something different about her but then it dawned on me that ever since Owen rejected me that I haven't paid attention to anything else.
Did I think of my mother when I yelled 'take me away from here' over and over again? Did I think of my mom when I forced her to choose between her pack and myself?
