Chapter 2

"Hey mom I'm home!" I yell taking off my black heels in the foyer.

"Hi honey! I'm in the living room!" Echoes a soft voice.

Placing the heels back into my shoe closet, I walk over to the room where my mom sits peacefully on the white couch with her knitting needles and a ball of purple wool, the colors of the sunset streaming from the tall glass windows dancing playfully across her face.

The large panoramic windows and the view of having the entire New York City right in our living room was one of the reasons why mom loved this penthouse and why I couldn't resist purchasing it.

"What are you making?" I ask gently placing a kiss on her forehead.

"I saw a new sweater pattern and decided to give it a try." She chuckles.

Elizabeth Carter is the most beautiful woman in the world. Her light grey eyes compliment her dark mocha brown hair which is neatly tucked in a bun as I have always seen growing up. Her deep laugh lines around her eyes and lips speak of happy and sad memories and experiences, making her ever more beautiful. But what makes her stand out from other women is her strength to never give up, which I continue to try and embody myself every day.

"I can't wait to see it when it's done." I smile.

"Me too! I hope it doesn't end up looking like something other than a sweater!" She laughs. "Okay now go get changed and I'll set dinner up for the both of us."

Even though I had a cook my mom still loved to make dinner for us and would never listen to me when I told her that the cook will do it. Eventually, I got rid of the cook because it wasn't fair for him to not be able to use his skills. At the end of the day my mom won, but I got her delicious food, a win-win situation for the both of us.

"Okay, but just be careful." I warn.

"Hun don't worry it's not my first time." She smiles getting into her wheelchair that rests near the couch.

"I know...but still." And she nods telling me that she'll be careful.

Giving her a hug, I head upstairs. My mom is a strong woman. Even in a wheelchair it didn't stop her from doing the things she loves. That's what I love about her, her persistence and strength. Even after what she's been through and the mysterious yet calculated accident, she never let it defeat her.

That accident was still something I never stopped figuring out about, and I promised myself that I will solve it and put whoever hurt her behind jail bars, even if it takes all my life.

Stripping out of my clothes, I walk into my massive closet. Never would I have ever thought that I, Sarah Carter, would have such a thing. As a child I only had four pairs of shirts and three pairs of pants due to my dad spending all our money, but I knew that one day it would get better and look at us now. Grabbing a pair of fuzzy pajama pants and a sweater, I take my towel and head into the washroom. 

I couldn't be more thankful for the hot water to relax my aching bones. Work is always tiring, but I love being able to help people and would never want it any other way.

Getting out of the bathroom, I blow dry my dark brown hair and braid it, hoping for a look of beach waves for tomorrow morning. I could smell the delicious aroma of ginger, garlic, and spices in the air, and I've never been quicker to run to eat. My mouth is already watering.

"Yum, mom that smells so good!" I moan stepping into large kitchen.

"It's your favorite darling, salmon teriyaki." Winks Elizabeth.

"Yes!" I squeal in excitement. If there is one thing you should know about me it's that I love food.

Taking the plates and cups out from the cupboard, I start to set the table for the both of us.

"So how did your day go?" Asks Elizabeth placing the plate full of food in front of me.

"It was good mom. The Blacks' divorce case is finally settled." I say stuffing my face with glazed salmon and rice.

"I'm just happy that Tania and James are able to move on now." She sighs taking a bite of the  salmon.

My mom became friends with the Blacks' when we were first invited to Aaliyah's house for dinner. Since they didn't have kids, they always thought of Aaliyah as their daughter. When they found out she finally found her first best friend they just had to meet me. From then on, my mom became close friends with them.

"Same." I say taking a sip of water.

We eat and talk about how our day went and I find out that my mom started to watch a show called Lucifer, and she would not stop gushing at how hot and funny Lucifer Morningstar is.

"Oh my gosh mom!" I laugh as she tells me about the scene where Chloe drops her towel right in front of Lucifer.

"I have a lot of catching up to do, and they released the final season!" She smiles.

"I never thought I would see the day where my mom was excited to watch the devil." I laugh.

I start to clear away the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Turning around I see my mom wiping away her tears.

"Mom! What's wrong?!" I exclaim rushing to her side.

"Nothing darling, its just when you said the devil, I remembered your dad." She says her eyes brimmed with tears as she looks directly into my amber ones.

"Well, you got the comparison right." I chuckle. "But please mom, don't even bother to remember him, he's not worth it." I remind her.

Sometimes I wish that I could just erase him out of her mind. All the years of damage that he's done to her, she deserves to move one and be with someone who will love her for who she is. 

"I know darling." She smiles.

I wipe down the table while my mom puts chocolate ice-cream into our bowls. Tonight, we were both going to watch her favorite show, and I know all she's going to talk about is the McDreamy Lucifer Morningstar. If it makes her happy, I will listen all day.

Gathering into the blankets in the dark theatre room lit with Lucifer's handsome face on the screen, we both snuggle in with our ice-cream and watch the devil try to make his way into the detective's life.