Amelia
“Are you ready?” I asked as I walked into Becca's room.
Two days ago, we planned to have a relaxing day anytime Stephanie was occupied or hanging out with her grandfather. Today was that day.
“Adding the finishing touch,” Becca replied. She stood in front of her mirror applying mascara. Becca had become freer after Aaron was imprisoned.
“Are you worried about Stephanie?” I asked, noticing her tapping foot.
“Huh?...no, no I just need to use to use the restroom.”
I shook my head, an amused smile on my face.
“Is there a reason you can't go now?” I asked, sitting on her bed.
“I want to do everything first so when I'm done, I'll use the restroom and we can go. Also, I always worry about Stephanie. I'm her mother, it's my full-time job.”
I laughed. Sometimes, it freaked out tha
