Casey
I pulled my drawers open pulling out some shirts, shorts, and underwear to throw it into my bags. I was leaving over less than an hour with Abby. “Casey?” I heard my mother’s soft voice calling my name. I looked up as I watched my bedroom door opening. “Hey.” She greeted entering my room. “Hey.” I greeted back stuffing all my things into my bag.
“What are you doing?” She asked walking over to my bag standing on top of my bed. “Packing.” I answered turning away to get more stuff from my wardrobe. She ignored my sarcasm and took some of my shirts out of the bag, refolding them and putting them back.
“Going off somewhere?”
“Yes.”
“With Abby off to Tennessee?” I just nodded. “Casey.” She said softly, coming around my bed to stand in front of me. “I know you and your father don’t alw
