Sasha
“Not your mom.” Wyatt said with a frown of concentration as he watched Mabel walk away to help a customer.
“No.” She answered quietly, keeping her eyes on her plate. She was still flustered by Mabel’s order that she was to get paid when she wasn’t working; she wasn’t sure that was fair at all.
“Grandmother?” He asked with a raised eyebrow while she stared at her plate of food and wondered if she could eat any more. She hadn’t eaten this much in her life and she wasn’t sure she could stuff any more in without feeling sick.
“No.” She answered absently.
“Aunt?” He asked again; it seemed like he was trying to solve a puzzle in his mind.
“Eat your food. Mabel doesn’t like to have food left on the plate,” She answered. She wasn’t ready to confess that she was a foster child because h
