Mom does not let me drive home. She still looks tired but the shower and the food we picked up, helped both of us gain some energy back. I offered to drive again when we stopped for food but she said she had it covered so all I did was sit in the passenger seat and think about all the craziness that had been going on lately.

“Are we moving again?” I ask, trying to remain calm. Mom looks over at me and her face looks sad and guilty.

“I don’t know, ...