Ezra
I can tell Kat is upset with what they told her. She barely says a word for the rest of the day. The fact she can’t leave the house at the moment is also bringing her down.
"What's going on with you, what are you thinking?" I ask, plopping down on the couch next to her while she stares off vacantly. "Are you upset that Shirley isn't your mother?" I ask her.
"Mom will always be my mom," she says simply.
"You know what I mean," I tell her.
She shakes her head. "She raised me, she is my mother," she says staring off out the window. I touch her hand, and she pulls it away. My stomach sinks. She has been off ever since they left and has barely let me touch her. Ignoring her weird mood, I pull her onto my lap. She scoots off and walks out of the room leaving me staring off after her.
