Klara
I got home just before lunchtime. I'd already known by the texts she'd kept sending yesterday, but she was pissed.
The moment I walked inside, it was to find her in the living room with Ben in her arms. She sent me a cold look, then got up and walked to the kitchen without a word to me. I sighed but didn't immediately follow her. The house was quiet, and I wondered where everyone had gone. It was a Saturday, but they might all have their stuff to do.
I ran upstairs to put away my clothes. I wasn't in the same outfit I'd worn yesterday, and I doubted she'd missed it. She would want to talk to me, and I wanted to see my baby boy before I went back to meet Jake again, so I went down to talk to Mom.
My heart trembled a little. A good part of why I was always such a behaved girl,
