“Are you sure you're okay, Clara? I'm starting to get worried about you. Can I come in?” The elderly woman said politely with a saddened expression plastered on her face. “Do you mind if I join you inside?”
Clara glared at her mother in disdain. She rolled her eyes in disgust and ushered her in.
“Yeah! You can come in,” her voice was laced with disgust.
The elderly woman shook her head at her silly behavior. Ever since Lyra moved in, Clara hadn't been herself. She acted like a crazy b***h and all she could do was cause trouble around the neighborhood. Mrs. Rose moved over to the bed and leaned on it, she turned to her daughter and tapped the bed, offering Clara a seat.
“Come sit with me dear,” Mrs. Rose said with a warm voice that lit up the room. “Come, my dear.”
Clara rolled her
