This house was mom's childhood home so we gave it a shot. But even she admitted things were different now from when she grew up here. The neighbors were cold and off-putting. It seemed as though the weather was always gloomy but only around our address for some odd reason.
She was going out for the night, and wouldn't return until the morning. Tonight is my first night alone in the new house. As we said our goodnights I felt my panic attacks rapidly coming back. I have no idea why I didn't beg her to stay. I seen it in her eyes, one word and she would have stood.
But I couldn't do that to her. I knew she was handling something important although she never gave any details. She had to drive a couple hours up north and had to go alone. She's done this trip every year, always right before my birthday.
