CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
Hesitantly, I raised my hand, opening the front door. When I walked inside the house, my mother was in the kitchen with Aunt Diana baking muffins while gossiping about some celebrity drama. Those two women felt more like best friends than in-laws and I was glad mum had someone she could count on as a friend in this beautiful yet very strange town in the middle of nowhere.
“Mum, can I talk to you?” I said quietly, grabbing both their attention.
“Shouldn’t you be in school?” She frowned distinctively.
“Can we talk?” I stressed, the grip on my backpack straps tightening.
“Y-yeah sure,” she stuttered, a look of hesitation crossing her eyes.
She got rid of her apron and gloves before following me upstairs to my bedroom. I closed the door, turning around to face and the
