Sheila’s POV

I woke up in the morning to find the house almost quiet as I roamed its interior. I realized I had slept the entire morning away, and it was way past high noon.

“Anyone in particular that you are looking for?”

I turned to find Mother standing at the door. A smile on her face and her black, silky hair that I inherited from her tied to a high bun behind her head.

“It wouldn’t matter if I said it,” I said as I flopped into the chair closest to me. She held her smile as she walked closer to me, dropping to the chair gracefully. “Mock me.”...