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Ria
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"She just got here, Enya. She doesn’t remember us, which means we are strangers to her right now. I don’t think we should be moving her around," I heard Arlo say, while my heart continued to sink. Before anything else could be said, I proceeded inside. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear whatever was going to come next.
I invited them over to the dining table and asked if Mrs. Dean would be having her breakfast upstairs or if she was going to come down, and Enya said she was going to come down. I also didn’t miss the look in Arlo’s eyes when he entered. It was one I didn’t recognize—the one he’s had since his mother came back.
As I grabbed the dish I came to get, I momentarily prayed for strength. I deserved to feel this way, but it still hurt. I hadn’t felt the way I w
