Do You Think I'm At Fault?

'It's not the time to think about such things right now,' Vivian told herself as she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

She needed to focus on what was important at the moment, and that was comforting Gwen and making sure that her daughter was alright. And so she walked towards Gwen's bedroom door, knocking on it.

"Gwen, please let me in." Vivian said in a gentle voice. "I know you're hurt and angry right now, but we should talk about it. Don't keep it inside of you, or you'll just end up feeling worse in the end."

She waited patiently for her, hoping that Gwen would respond soon. But, after several moments, there was no answer.

'She won't talk to me?' Vivian felt hurt as she pressed her ear against the door.