Rachael stood by the door and listened to her daughter's soft purrs while she slept.
Even in her sleep,she still wore that frown she'd had permanently plastered across her face upon her arrival back home.
Her daughter was hurt and bruised. She was now a depleted version of her old self.
Macy stirred and turned her face around;away from Rachael's scrutiny.
Since her return,Macy had refused to speak to her about anything. They barely even talked and when they did,it would be her,Rachael, doing the talking;trying to show her concern for her daughter by helping her do stuff and Macy managed to turn away from every of her offer to help. Even now in her sleep,she was still turning away from her.
Rachael smiled;a bitter smile that bore all the guilt she's carried around for years.
Her daugh
