Ryker and I stay the night in what was my home for so long, in my room more specifically.
I enjoy the most peaceful sleep since I had that fateful call from Blair.
I am glad Blair neither spared my feelings nor downplayed my mother’s state so as not to upset or worry me respectively.
She is the best friend I could have ever asked for. Hell, she is family.
When morning comes, I wake up rather early considering how late we got in. And yet, it’s pretty late for an early riser like me.
I head to the kitchen, and I’m glad to notice that nothing has changed - much like nothing has in my room as well.
I open the fridge to find nearly empty, save for a tomato and a few yogurts. And it’s not even the weekend. My eyes narrow as I take it all in.
No wonder mom lost so much weight.
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