Meg
I could see so much of Jude in his mother. Darla had the same black hair and olive skin tone as if she had spent all of her days in the sun. Though, I think it's safe to say that Jude gets his height from his dad. Judes mom took my hand in hers and we made our way to the booth we would be sitting in on Pit row tonight.
Darla had brown eyes that reminded me of warm honey, and laugh lines along her eyes that proved she's had an amazing life so far. I looked at the man that was with her and introduced myself.
“Hi, Im meg. You must be Judes father.” I said and Darla stiffened. Her eyes dimmed and it looked like she had aged 20 years in the span of the few seconds that it took me to ask that question. I looked between them confused. He rubbed the back of his neck and then ran his hand
