“Before you judge an action, seek to find out what caused the action to happen and why.”
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~ Elizabeth ~
“Lizz.” I looked up, startled. My name floated into the room like a whisper, soft yet heavy. I hadn’t even heard the door open. When did she come in?
Mom walked toward me slowly, as if unsure of how close she was allowed to come. I was sitting on the edge of the bed—my bed—the one closest to the door. There was an ottoman beside it, and I’d absentmindedly rested my legs there, too tired emotionally to even adjust my posture.
She sat beside me.
“Hey,” she said gently.
There was something in her tone I hadn’t heard in a while—hesitation.
“I’m sorry.”
She reached out and held my right hand. I didn’t pull away, though part of me screamed to. Not out of anger exactly, just... con
