MIA
After eating and helping Madaline pack, I changed into a summer dress and flats to look good when I met my grandparents. I felt so out of place when it came to all of this—the dress I chose covered most of my scars, which was a blessing.
While packing, I kept quiet while Madaline and Sasha talked about things. They were doing it just to keep me from the quietness that would have invaded the room. I was thankful for that.
Lyla was quiet, too, even though I could sense she wanted to talk. She knew me too well not to, especially when I needed to come to terms with everything.
Once we were all done, we headed back down the stairs. As I got to the bottom, I found my mother and Ryland waiting. They both looked at me and smiled. “You look beautiful, Mia,” Ryland said, running up to me
