There are times in your life that you wish that some things just did not happen. That if you close your eyes long enough that they might just go away. You ignorant if you think such things can happen, things do not go away, they stick and they stick damn hard.
It has been a week since Ivy and Ava confronted me with their idea. I have kept to myself and have not spoken about it. This is not a decision I can make, in fact I will not make it. I am scared for what have created.
I slip out of bed early morning before Ivy wakes and make my way downstairs. Mom is in the kitchen making a fresh pot of coffee.
Mary ~“Can I get you a cup Stone?”
Stone ~“Yes please mom.”
Mary ~“Tell me what is going on?”
Ma
