“Hi” I manage to say to him.
My throat feels like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together. I scan my surroundings swiftly with my eyes, landing on a bottle of water on the side table next to the couch.
“Tasha?!” Mathieu says, still looking at me in such a surprise state.
“Water…” I whisper out, trying my best not to let my voice crack too much.
Twisting on his seat, he grabs the bottle of water, which stirs Kaylee awake in the process.
“What?!...” She says, sitting herself up abruptly, rubbing her very tired and black circled eyes.
As her eyes start to gain focus again, she stares at me with no expression for what feels like hours.
“Mom?” She says with disbelief.
Giving her a tired smile, she suddenly gets up in one swift movement, half laying herself against me, holding me tight
