ARIELLA
Present Day...
My mom enters the kitchen.
Oh… What should I call her now? My grandma? And that should I call Sam now? My mom?
"Hey you two," she moves towards us. "You have stayed here too long. Was starting to think you are pulling each other's hair…"
Mom chuckles as we stare blankly at her.
Sam clears her throat.
"I told her the truth, Mom…" she pauses. "She knows who I am."
She is shocked to the core, the glass in her hand slips and shatters on the ground.
I clear my throat.
"I think I should leave," I mutter.
"But you just got here…" Sam goes.
But I don't respond. I reach for the door and she grabs my hand, pulling me closer to her.
She cups my face in her hands.
"I am sorry… Please forgive me."
"Don't be sorry," I mutter. "There is nothing to be sorr
