Kelly glares at me with eyes of fury but with a calm demeanour. This is when she gets really angry, I have only seen her this enraged twice before. The first was when she was younger and a teacher called her an unsuitable guardian that could never be a mother. The second was when she dated for a few months and found out he was married with children. We do not speak of him anymore unless it is to ridicule him.
“I have a lot to tell you,” I say shyly and sit by the edge of the bed. The nighttime breeze gently swooshes through the open window and strokes my skin. “No s**t, sherlock. Start talking.”
I told her everything, her expression morphed from fury to shock to worry and then to a gentle affectionate that I could not place. A face she makes every day when I leave the house every day, du
