Chapter 41: Cravings.
"Honey! I’m home!" Jen called, walking in to the sitting room, kicking the door shut behind her, her hands very occupied with grocery bags of different sizes.
After some seconds of juggling, she finally made it to the dinning table, dropping all the bags on it.
Sighing, she took a deep breath, stopping midair as she registered the foreign scents that lingered in the air surrounding her.
Just then, Bethany made it to the bottom of the stairs, her countenance very low.
"Honey." Jen called lightly, accepting her daughter’s half hearted hug. "Did you have any visitors? I’m picking up foreign scents." Jen pointed out.
"Uhh.." Beth stuttered alittle, her eyes scanning the room to see if anything was out of place. "Yeah, I did. They came around to talk about the heat thing." She said quietly. "It’s not been so long since they left."
"Mm, I can see." Jen said nodding. "Are you okay, though? You look sad." Jen observed, her hand raising Bethany’s chin so she could look directly at her.
When Bethany didn’t respond, she carried on talking. "Did they not agree? Did they do something?" She asked again, abit of urgency in her voice, but Bethany still wasn’t talking.
"Honey, please say something. I’m this close to calling your father."
On hearing her mom’s resolution, she immediately knew she had to say something.
Her mom was just like her. Always overthinking and sometimes over acting. But her mom was a bit bipolar and she was not.