Sheila’s POV
I woke up in the morning to find the house almost quiet as I roamed its interior. I realized I had slept the entire morning away, and it was way past high noon.
“Anyone in particular that you are looking for?”
I turned to find Mother standing at the door. A smile on her face and her black, silky hair that I inherited from her tied to a high bun behind her head.
“It wouldn’t matter if I said it,” I said as I flopped into the chair closest to me. She held her smile as she walked closer to me, dropping to the chair gracefully. “Mock me.” I hummed to myself as I turned my head away from her.
“Anything you say matters to me,” she answered. I could feel her hand as she placed them on my shoulder. They felt warm and mushy like they were made only of flesh.
“I want someone to
