Joshua
I left Scarlet and walked down to the kitchen preparing a plate of food for my mother before walking back up the stairs to the second floor. I walked past my father’s old room to her door and turned the lock, pushing it open. She sat in a chair next to the window. An ashtray sat on the table beside her along with a box of tissues. Her eyes were swollen and red.
“Thank you for coming.” She choked.
I nodded and walked the tray over to her, placing it on the table.
“Who replaced Scarlett? The pack will miss her cooking.” She said, looking at the tray.
“She cut her finger making it. A few females from the pack offered to fill in.” I answered without emotion. She didn’t deserve small talk.
I sat in the chair across from her. “I see you emptied my old room. I’m told you use it
