EMMA’s POV :

“Honey, you should eat something,” mom said as she watched me play with this spoon full of oatmeal.

I woke up this morning with swollen eyes and a heavy heart. I wished I didn’t have to wake up. Tiff and Carrie had to go to school, so mom was back watching over me. 

“I’m not hungry,” I sighed and pushed the bowl away.

“What’s going on with you? You were fine yesterday,” she said. She was as sharp as always.

I stayed quiet and ...