It was time, Evelyn squeezed my hand and when I looked at her she shook her head.
"I had changed my mind," she said regretting already her decision without even stepping into my mother's house.
"You can do it," I whispered.
"I can't." She turned around and took a few steps behind before our mother finally came to open the door.
I heard her cursing under her breath and then turning around once again.
She took my hand as if she was a kid needy of help and reassurance.
"I am so glad you're here. Finally, you remembered about your mother!" Mom exclaimed drifting her gaze between Evelyn and then back to me.
Probably not understanding there was something off.
We walked in with Evelyn still gawking at me scared and worried.
"Come I made some brownies." She welcomed us into the kitchen.
"We came here because..."
