Harlow
A lump forms in my throat, and a jolt of pain hits my chest as I watch and listen to Bree lay out her pain for me.
I hold my breath as I notice her bottom lip start to quiver.
“It took me weeks to track her down, and I had to steal Mrs. Yates's car. Boy, did I get my ass beat for that. I watched you all for days before I finally caught her alone. You were all at some fair, and I followed her into the bathrooms. But she told me to go home… I didn’t ask for much. Just a chance to get to know my mother and my little sisters, but she told me to leave.” Bree looks over at me, focusing her gaze on mine.
I feel like she’s staring straight into my soul; as if she’s trying to show me a glimpse of the pain she experienced when she was younger, and how it felt when our mother rejected her.
