I spent the night at Mum's house. The meeting with the lawyer ended a bit late and she begged me to stay over for the night.
Dinnertime was always an awkward silence. I ate my spaghetti with tears in my throat. I didn't even want to look at her. I just wanna empty my plate and go to my room.
“How's school, baby?” She broke the silence with her warm gesture of wanting to start a conversation.
“Fine,” I mumbled.
“Anything new happening?”
“Nothing,”
“Willow,” she sighed. “I'm trying here but you gotta help me out.”
“I don't want to talk about my school, Mum. I just need to know what winning the case means. Does it mean I'm never gonna see Dad again?”
She ruffled her hair, stayed silent for seconds and then nodded.
I turned to my food but I couldn't eat it anymore. Tears already
