Trauma Grieving

Chapter 8

Emily's POV_

I stood at the stairs, watching the scene below. Rachel was crying and emotional. I didn't like seeing her cry. Mom was trying to comfort her, and Dad was being his usual calm self. But I was confused.

Who were these people? Why were they in our house? And why was everyone crying?

I looked at my dad, and he looked just as confused as I was. We exchanged a glance, and I shrugged. I had no idea what was going on.

The new lady, Rachel, looked up and saw us standing there. She smiled, and it was a sad smile. "Hi," she said softly.

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded.

Mom came over and sat down with me on the stairs. "Girl, this is Rachel," she said, her voice gentle. "She's...my sister."

I looked at Rachel in surprise. An aunt? We had an aunt?

There were so many questions I wanted to ask, but Mom looked tired, so I didn't say anything. I just nodded, trying to process this new information.

As we went back to our rooms, I couldn't help but wonder what this meant for our family. Were we going to be seeing Rachel a lot? And what about Sophia? She seemed nice, but also kinda sad.

I looked over at Jack, who was already asleep in his bed. I smiled, feeling grateful for my little brother. We'd figure this out together as a family.