I watched as Aurora made dinner in the kitchen. She was unusually quiet and wasn't as bubbly as she used to be. I came into the kitchen and began helping her to wash the dishes.
Ever since Mama's death, she has been a shadow of herself. She went around her chores and work in silence, and only talked when she needed to.
“Oh! You're back,” she said passively, not once looking up at me.
She hadn't followed me to work today, and had stayed home all day. I tried as much as possible to relieve her of as much stress as I could.
I didn't want to show that I cared, but I did, and it was quite annoying. I didn't like that she was able to access parts of me that had been locked up for some months now. Parts that even Sara couldn't access.
“How have you been?” I looked into her eyes and noticed
