"Honey you're free to do whatever you want." Mom smiles, slinging her bag around her shoulders.
"I just can't leave?" I scoff.
They frown at this.
"Are we terrible parents for wanting our daughter to stay with us for a few nights after she suffered a traumatic event?" She arches her brow.
I sigh, not willing to go through this again.
My moms smile stretches and the both of them envelope me in a hug.
"We won't be long, Sunniva." Momma promises, kissing my forehead.
I wave them off as they exit the driveway.
"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" Pierre asks from behind me.
I shake my head in response and walk up to my room. I wouldn't call myself a prisoner here because that would be insulting to my mothers but I wouldn't exactly say I'm here out of my own free will. When I told th
