Page 2 of Make Me Whole
We moved fast. Too fast for me to admire the interior of the house, and before I knew it, I was standing in the middle of a surprisingly modern looking kitchen. Mavis pulled out one of the chairs at the breakfast nook and told me to sit while she got refreshments. I couldn't help but smile. My mom had been exactly like that.
After Mavis pulled a pitcher of tea from the fridge, she grabbed two glasses and took a seat next to me. Curious eyes studied me while she served each of us a drink. "You look good," she finally said.
A nervous laugh escaped, and I had to stop myself from fiddling with my hair. I knew I looked vastly different from the last time she'd laid eyes on me—not necessarily in a good way.
"This place is," I trailed off as my gaze skittered across the marbled countertops, taking in the sleek stainless-steel coffee machine and other equipment. "Different from what I imagined."
The sound of Mavis' chuckle filled the space between us and wrapped around me like a blanket. "I had to threaten old Bradford with leaving before he agreed to update the kitchen."
I laughed despite myself. "Poor guy."
Conversation flowed for the next fifteen-minutes. Without judgment, she listened as I shared my struggles with her. As I told her how close I came to falling back into the deep dark hole that had sucked the very life out of me.
"Right now, I think it's best for me to start over somewhere where nobody knows me." My shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "To pretend my past doesn't exist."
Mavis chewed on her lip before she reached out and took my hand. "Everything's going to work out in the end, sweetie."
The conviction in her words almost had me believing her.
Almost.
