Recently she was like a stranger, a mere shadow in the family home you were both raised in, you didn’t see the same smile, the same hazel eyes lock onto yours after a inside joke shared by Joel. No, there was a silence about her, a coldness.

“I’m not fucking picking them up again, they can walk” She muttered to Joel, causing him to shake his head. Her voice cruel, drained from every usual comforting gesture.

The house was almost like a battlefield of who could act like the careless.