Anastasia
The cup of tea feels hot in my hands but I clinch it harder desperately trying to numb the pain and humiliation I felt last Thursday. I miss my mom and I miss Kate and Jose. I feel so alone and desolate. Mom wanted to stay another week but her lawyer called her yesterday telling her she needed to come back to Savannah asap. Bob's son was stirring up more trouble about the inheritance accusing mom of all kinds of hideous things. Mom was so distraught that I did not want to saddle my crap on her. But she knew something was wrong she always does. I stare outside the window the sky is dark and cloudy the wind is loud and smashes the thick raindrops against the glass but somehow the ticking sound is soothing, like a children's lullaby.
I dread going to work again tomorrow the office
