Sighing, I slumped into the chair. "I'm fed up. You always win anyway."

It was already dark outside. We'd been playing various card games all day, and she'd won almost every time. She was damn good—probably because she'd had decades of practice. Still, she seemed to enjoy winning over and over again.

We'd eaten together in between, and she'd given me some of her clothes after explaining to me that I'd probably be stuck here for a few more days. Luckily, it had rained today anyway, so I didn't feel too much of a need to go outside. 

But really, I just wanted to go home. My mom still hadn't...