Chapter 93

"Honey you're free to do whatever you want." Mom smiles, slinging her bag around her shoulders.

"I just can't leave?" I scoff.

They frown at this.

"Are we terrible parents for wanting our daughter to stay with us for a few nights after she suffered a traumatic event?" She arches her brow.

I sigh, not willing to go through this again.

My moms smile stretches and the both of them envelope me in a hug.

"We won't be long, Sunniva." Momma promises, kissing my forehead.

I wave them off as they exit the driveway.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" Pierre asks from behind me.

I shake my head in response and walk up to my room. I wouldn't call myself a prisoner here because that would be insulting to my mothers but I wouldn't exactly say I'm here out of my own free will. When I told them I do in fact have a home they shared a look of concern and strongly suggested I stay here for a few days.