#Chapter127
Issues galore
Larissa
I sat in a treehouse in the backyard. I heard someone climbing up the ladder onto a platform as I dangled my legs over the side. The person sat down next to me.
/"So, is this your getaway place?/" Michael asked me.
/"Lakin calls it my fortress of solitude,/" I said.
Michael chuckled. /"It’s okay to cry./"
/"Oh, I can’t cry. If I cry, then I’ll cry all the time. No one wants to see a weeping mess./"
/"Larissa./"
/"No, Uncle Michael. I won’t cry, and you can’t make me./"
Michael knitted his brows, then I broke. He wrapped his arms around me as I cried like a baby.
/"How long have you kept your emotions buried?/" Michael asked.
/"I don’t want to worry my moms./" I sniffled.
/"You worry them more if you hide your feelings./"
I wiped my eyes.
