Amy's POV
I froze at the sound of the sobs. My chest tightened and my stomach twisted. For a moment, I wanted to pretend I hadn’t heard anything. But what if… what if Mr Donovan had hit Mom? My heart thudded harder at the thought. Slowly, I pushed my door open wider and tiptoed down the stairs.
When I reached the bottom step, I peeked into the living room. Mom was sitting on the couch. Her hair was messy, her face red and wet with tears. She had a bunch of papers in her hand, her fingers shaking as she held them.
“Mom?” I whispered carefully, stepping closer.
She looked up at me with swollen eyes and then threw the papers onto the coffee table. She pressed her hands into her face and let out a cry that made my chest ache.
“What… what is that?” I asked, even though I already felt scare
