Blake had asked Maria on a date for Friday night, and she was all too eager to say yes.
She was in an almost comical state of happiness, a feeling she had been denied for some time now.
Soon enough, she was in front of that fatal door. The house that she was supposed to call home, the same she didn't even have keys to, the same that held the most irritating people AND the living being she loved most in the world – Harry, her sweet dear brother.
He was the reason for many smiles, and for many fits of laughter.
Such an innocent and loveable child, he was efficiently – and unconsciously – keeping her from leaving that hell hole. She didn't know how Clara managed so much indifference toward him.
But then again, Maria knew as a fact that she didn't want to have a child for the sake of lo
