#Chapter53
/"Hey, Kid./"
Glancing up from the nest of blankets and pillows and clothes that I've made myself on my bed, I see my mother walk into my shadowy room. She comes to my depressed, laying figure, urges me to scoot over, then sits beside me.
/"Grandma told me that you aren't feeling good today. That's okay. Missing one day of school here and there; it won't hurt,/" she says and brushes the top of my head with her fingers. /"I just wanted to check-in. Grandma said she'll make you something to eat if you're hungry./"
I shake my head.
/"Maybe later then. You know, this reminds me of when you were younger. Before bed, I used to read you stories and we'd be sat like this. I would read and play with your hair and you'd be out in minutes. Remember? Well, it was pretty cute. I know it hurts, Wren. God does it hurt. I remember when I was your age, and I had my heart broken in this godforsaken town./"
I shift a little—curious.
