𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 // 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

꧁𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑꧂

Wendy sat on the couch watching TV, wondering if her son would understand.
Understand this very important part about her.

There were times she would think about the hotel. Then there are times when she thinks about Danny.
But this time...as she usually does, she was thinking about-

*riiiiiiinnnnng*
The house phone rang, making Wendy jump.
She put her cup of coffee down on the table placed in front of the couch, getting up and walking over to the obnoxious sound.
"Hello, Wendy Torrance speaking," she spoke.

"Wendy! Hello, um...your son is in the nurse's office at the moment-"
"The nurses office?" She nearly shouted, but kept herself calm. "Well what on earth happened?"

"See, we think he had an anxiety attack. Do you think you could come over and pick him up?"

Shit, she thought. The poor thing.
"Yes, I'm on my way."
"Thank you."
Wendy quickly slipped on her slippers and grabbed her coat from the rack, heading out to get her son.