LAURA
The next morning, I make sure to talk with Savannah before she runs off to school. She walks in with a scowl on her face, ignoring my presence entirely, “Good Morning Savannah.” I greet her.
She rolls her eyes and walks past me without saying a word, plopping down at the kitchen table. I take that as a win since she didn’t storm out the front door, “Listen sweetheart, we need to discuss what happened last night.” I blurt out.
She leans back in the chair with her arms crossed, “What is there to discuss?”
I pour myself a cup of coffee and walk over to the table to sit in front of her, “Well, it’s obvious that you are upset about what you saw. Do you want to talk it over?” I ask as I stir the creamer in my coffee.
She shakes her nod, “No, not really.”
I clear my throat, “Okay. W
