I drop my head on my knees. "I wish you were here. You"d know exactly what to do," I whisper. I"m talking to both my mom and grandmother. I never knew them but having them here would make everything so much easier. A few tears slip out of my eyes and down my nose. “Why does this have to be so hard?”
I don’t know why I’m out here in the dark whispering to myself. I feel like a little girl again, lost and scared.
“Because anything worth doing can’t be easy, or everyone would do it.”
I hadn’t heard the back door open. Fran must’ve heard at least my last sentence. I wipe my face and twist around to look at her. She looks fierce, her long dark hair tied back in a bun, her eyes blazing, and the light streaming out of the kitchen behind her.
“Come on in. Have cake," she suggests.
I perk up i
