That question buzzed in my mind for almost an hour. I tried to convince myself that I was worried about nothing, but the more I thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense. I stood up out of the comfort of my bed and made my to the door of May’s room. I peeked inside, ready to talk to her when I noticed that she was asleep. I sighed and closed my mouth. I knew that asking May the question that burned my tongue like acid would do no good. If I wanted an answer, I would have to go to the source.
That was exactly what I planned to do.
With determination in my step, I headed downstairs. Masey was in the kitchen, a mess of dishes around her as she prepared dinner. She didn’t hear my footsteps as I entered the kitchen. I knew that this day I should be as kind and grateful as possible, but
