Lana
It was finally Friday, and we were going to the dinner salon Ruth Maxwell had invited me to, the one I had also invited Landon to go with me to.
I got dressed in the dress Raina and I had bought, and brushed my hair before pinning them all up with the tiny black pins I inherited from Mom.
I could hear my children running around in the background as I spoke to Mom, asking if she could hold them until Sunday when I would come pick them up.
“You do realize that's not a question, right?” Mom said instead of answering me. “Im sure you know that I'll always want to gave them here for as long as I can.”
I sighed, the corner of my mouth quirking up in a small smile. “I know, Mom, but their not really your responsibility or anything so…” before I could finish the sentence, she cut in.
