He had run up to his bedroom, his chest thudding wildly, his heartbeat racing as he'd clenched his fists, trying not to scream, to rage or to cry. He felt no shame in how he'd reacted to his Aunt coming back here after all this time, seeing only his mother's face even though he knew it wasn't her. Glad it wasn't her but his Aunt Lily was just as bad as far as he was concerned. He heard footsteps thudding lightly across the floor and turned, his whole body tensing, relaxing after seeing it was only Kinley.
Kinley was worried about Sam but tried her best to keep it at bay, instead gathering him into her arms, his face pressed against her bodice as he sniffled and tried not to cry. Immediately she felt his emotions swirl around her. Grief, Sadness, Despair and scared? What was Sam so scared
