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Donna was worried. She could not help being worried. Ally rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, beaming as she waited for Aunt Elia to let them in. Donna smiled softly and patted her daughter’s head, causing her to look up at her with a big grin. Donna loved seeing her excited, happy.
Donna wished she could share the sentiment, but the worry gnawed at her. Perhaps she worried too much, was she always this much of a worrywart? She wondered. All she wanted was to make sure that everything was alright.
As the door cracked open, Donna put on a big smile, “hey! are you going to let us in? Getting tired of carrying this pie,” she joked.
Elia frowned, watching the way Rhaenys pushed her spoon through her lunch. Elia had made her favorite, creamy tomato and basil soup with grilled cheese. She’d even cut the grilled cheese into little stars. Rhaenys had always loved that. But, she hadn’t touched a speck of food on her plate.
Her daughter had been quiet since the night before. Quiet in a way that Elia didn’t like. Each time her phone rang with a call or chimed with an incoming text, Rhaenys’ eyes would mist over and she would disappear up into her room. It broke Elia’s heart to see her in such a way.
When the doorbell rang, Rhaenys’ spoon clattered back into her bowl. Before Elia could call after her, she was darting out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Elia heard her bedroom door close from there in the kitchen.
She hadn’t been expecting visitors. That, much like Rhaenys’ reactions, made her worry even more. As Elia made her way to the front door and opened it for her visitors, she gave them a shaky smile. “Sorry,” she sighed, moving aside so Donna and Ally could come inside. “We were finishing lunch.” Elia motioned them into the kitchen. “You can set the pie on the counter if you’d like. Let me go get Rhaenys. She just went upstairs.”
Maybe seeing one of her friends would help her daughter.













