Chapter 203
Myrah's POV
I kicked off my pumps and slid into Moms bed, like I used to when I was little. She was sitting up straight in her pajamas, lovingly staring at me with her gentle, loving eyes. I tucked my face against her chest and snuggled up to her in her warm blankets.
"Oh, my baby." Mom enthralled, delicately combing over my hair with her fingertips. "It's okay, Paris."
I whispered to her, "I'm sorry, I woke you up." I was hugging her close. I was an emotional mess right now, and I could cry for the umpteenth time today at any minute.
It's alright, sweetie. I recognize. "You being here doesn't bother me."
