MILES
Mom had gotten me a room down the hall from hers. Mine looked similar but rearranged differently. Though we were in close proximity to each other, it was impossible to get her one on one. Whenever I was able to find her, she was either on her way somewhere or purposely trying to avoid me. Mostly, I’ve been keeping to myself. Ever since I arrived, I noticed mom seemed different, seeming somehow on edge and skittish. Almost like she was watching her back for some reason. I thought by now she would have let me in on whatever her plans were, but I haven’t been told a single thing.
The other night I had stood in the threshold of her room before bedtime. I watched carefully as she shuffled back and forth between stacks of papers. I could’ve sworn I heard her mumbling to herself. I sto
