There was a bang on my bedroom door. I zipped up my jacket just as the door flew open and Mom stepped into the room. We looked at each other for a moment and I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to do something. Or say something actually. I looked down at the floor then grabbed my bag. The strap slid onto my shoulder. She was just looking at me, not saying a thing, but I could tell she had a lot that she wanted to get off her chest. It wasn’t like she hadn’t already done enough after Jacob went missing. She cared for a few weeks because it was expected of her. She was his mother, even if she wasn’t by blood or by law.
It was her job to be upset for a while. Though, after time had went on for long enough, she got over it.
“Is there something wrong?” I adjusted the strap on my shoulder. The ro
