Chapter Sixty One
Echo POV
I have only felt completely and utterly helpless a few times in my life.
The first time was when I was younger, and I remember walking in to my parents room, only to see my mother sobbing on the bed. I was about 8 years old.
“Mama, what’s wrong?” I asked her.
“Nothing, baby. Mama’s just having a hard time with some small health issues.”
I nodded my head, but didn’t believe her. She stayed sad for a few weeks before starting to go back to normal. My dad was always by her side trying to cheer her up, and something told me that they were grieving. I felt complete and utterly helpless, because I didn’t know how to make my parents feel better.
A few years later they told me that my mom had a miscarriage when I was 8 years old.
The next time was when I was told
