Declan’s point of view.
I sat in my mom's room holding her as she sobbed. It was hard telling her about dads past. It was terrible watching her cry for him.
“Ah good, there you two are.” Connor walked into the room.
How dare he. This was still moms room and she clearly needed the time. Did he not have any compassion for anyone?
“Oh good you stayed. I thought well I didn’t know what to think.” My mom hurried to his side as if she hadn’t just been in pieces.
“Mom stop.” Connor put his hand out and she stopped.
“Please Connor.” she reached for him and he slapped her hands away.
“Can we at least talk?” she pleaded with him. I wanted to scold her for stooping to begging, but it wasn't my place.
“Fine let's talk then.” He agreed.
“Thank you.” my mom exhaled. I on the other hand
