Mia is gathering all our stuff to get back home.
I was pissed at first that Rosie went home with Dawn, but I am glad that we had the night. Even though it was just staring at the tv and Mia drinking one coffee after another.
At least she didn’t keep the conversation going, and I know exactly why. She kept playing the words over and over in Her head, trying to figure out how to get out of this total f*****g mess without anyone getting hurt, and this time it was not a mess I create, well a mess my family created, but definitely, not a mess I created.
“You ready to go?” Mia said unexpectedly while I stare out of the hotel window.
“You’ve been quiet,”
“Yeah, I’m scared,” she replied in a soft tone, making me shiver. I don’t want her to be scared. I want to crush all the fear in her eyes.
