Mom Said… II 23A

Sawyer, lying in bed, looked through the pictures on his phone. He didn't call Hannah. He also didn't regret leaving the living room. There was no room for that. Beatrice's presence conjured up more than just a need for his mother.

He realized he would have to live with that. But, it brought up an opportunity for him to talk about what happened the day before. He got up and tucked his phone under his pillow. With Tate occupying one of the two empty rooms, he knew exactly which one she was in.

The door was open, he knocked anyway before peering in. "Aunt Beatrice?" He called then noticed Raina frowning over a plate in her hands and chewing slowly.

"Hey Sawyer. Want something?" She smiled.

"Uhh…" Raina looked at him with curiosity. "It can wait."

"Seriously?" Raina asked with her mouth full. "I'm not going to tell the media. Spit it out."

"Not so harsh Raina. Come and sit Sawyer."