"Honey, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Lois is waiting," I tell my mother, pointing futilely to the door as she pats the spot next to her on the couch.
"We need to talk," she tries again, not removing her hand from the couch. "I just want to make sure you're okay."
"I'm fine," I reply. I'm hovering by the door, hoping she'll just tell me when my next therapy session is so I can leave. "Really, Mom. I know you're worried, but I've been much better recently."
"I just want to be sure," she says, eyes softening and turning sad.
I flash my most reassuring smile and slip out of the door before I see her cry.
a/n: this chapter is meh, but it's fine. gnash is wrecking my life.
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Short Storyin which a victim of rape recovers, with the help of a snarky pair of siblings//spinoff of Warmth//#335 in short story (well, it USED to be; i'm not bitter, don't worry) (jk, super bitter) TRIGGER WARNING FOR RAPE, please don't read this if it's gon...
