Báine watched the room clear out then turned to her mother. Melonie sat in the love seat and patted the space next to her, Báine obliged. Her heart twisted because of the tired resignation in her mother’s eyes. Melonie faced the grand window. “Would you look at that”, Melonie looked out the window, “it’s snowing.”
Báine followed her eyes. Against the darkness, little balls of white fluttered in the wind their dance illuminated by the yard lights. Báine had always been fond of winter and everything it had to offer, but she wasn’t feeling quite at home at the moment.
“It’s too early”, Báine watched. It was still only October after all.
“You did that”, Melonie hummed. She almost sounded proud. They watched in silence a little longer. “I never wanted this for you”, Melonie suddenly broke t
