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"How are they?" My mom asked as I joined her in the living room of my small apartment that I'm currently renting out until I find a new and safer home.
"Not good." I sighed sadly. "I just got them down for bed. They haven't been sleeping well these past few days especially if I'm not there. This is the first time I was able to slip away." I explained with a light airy chuckle.
My mom nodded with understanding, "Bella still not talking?" She asked with a hint of concern.
I gave a small but melancholy smile, "No, she hasn't said a word, not even to Bay." I said as a tear fell down my cheek.
My mom quickly wiped it before pecking my forehead, "How are you feeling, today? I know it's been rough these past few days." She asked with concern written all over her face.
"Tired." I said honestly as my eyes began to glisten with tears. I'm so tired of crying. "Overwhelmed, guilty, just all the above, mom. I just- I don't know what to do or how to help my daughters. I feel useless, everything that I think will help them, doesn't. I mean they're traumatized and rightfully so I just don't know where to go from here with everything especially with Gio. A-And I-I killed someone. I know he kidnapped my daughters and that evil man deserved it but how do I live with myself now, knowing I'm a murderer?" I rambled as I whispered the last part to myself with so much shame and guilt.
"Come here, baby girl." My mom said as she opened her arms out for me to cry in her chest while she hugged me close. "What about a fresh start?" My mom suggested to me when I became more calm.
"What do you mean?" I asked curiously as I picked my head up off her chest to look at her.
"I mean we've lived in Italy for most of our lives. Why don't we move or take a vacation back in the US, change the scenery for the kids and yourself. I also think therapy for all of us including myself would really benefit us all, especially the kids."
"I put the kids in therapy three days ago, I found a nice therapist through my insurance and they've been doing good with it but that is a good idea." I said as I pondered the thought. "What state did you have in mind?" I curiously asked, entertaining her idea.
"You know I've always loved Colorado, Hawaii, or even Texas. They've got good food out there." My momma smiled as I shook my head. She's always thinking about food.
"They do know how to barbecue." I replied as mom nodded her head with a smirk on her lips.
Momma then held one of my hands in hers. "Just think about it, you don't have to give an answer right now but just know wherever you go, I'll be right behind you." Mom promised.
"I bet you will be. You can't live without me." I said jokingly.
"Indeed I can't." Ma laughed before it died down. "And another thing." She began to get stern. "Your not a bad person or mother for protecting your kids, you did what any other mother would do so don't guilt yourself or shame yourself about it when it was warranted." She spoke seriously as I listened to what she said.
