Emily's POV
"Mom, have you seen Mark?"
"Emily..." My mother says, "I really hate this."
"Hating what?"
"You are asking me questions without any introductions."
I wrap my arms around her from behind, "I am sorry, mom. I am just distracted."
"Too distracted to say hello?"
"I don't really know what is wrong with me, but I have been messing up a lot lately." I dropped down on the couch beside her.
She sips her tea as she rests the newspaper on the table. Yeah, my mother loves reading the newspaper every morning. Why is the question I wanted to ask her, but she just enjoys it, I guess.
"What have you been doing?"
"I don't kno. I feel like I am wrong about Jake. He really doesn't need a friend. That boy needs a shrink." I say.
"Oh, Em." My mom laughs.
"I am serious, mom." I nudged he
