CH10: White Lies (Abby)

I slept in late the next morning after spending a decent amount of time the night before exhausting my body. I began to ask myself if last night really happened or if I dreamt of Damien taking me to Farro and almost having a moment with him. I sure hope it wasn’t a dream, I wanted to see him again, and I still didn’t know why.

I was thirsty and hurried my way downstairs to get some juice. I found my mom at the kitchen table, staring blankly into her cup of coffee, and still wearing what she had on yesterday after crying herself to sleep.

“Good morning, mama,” my voice was a tad bit more chipper than it probably appropriate to be, but I couldn’t help it.

“Morning, Abby,” her voice was weak and she forced a small grin onto her face and I watched her continue to stare at the cup in front of her as I poured my drink, coming to sit by her. I put my hand on her leg for comfort again, l