scattered here and there. A huge pit sat in the middle, charred from bonfires. Lights placed at even intervals around the pit illuminated the field. People of the motor home park socialized within it even though cold air mixed with snow swirled around them.
Finally, I faced the women before me. My mother stood with her arms crossed over her chest as she looked around the park with disdain. Her hazel eyes narrowed as she faced another woman displaying the absolute hatred that she carried.
My eyes traveled to the woman, who obviously did not care for my mother either. Her arms were crossed over her chest as if to keep from striking out. I was surprised to see that she was only a little older than my mother with curling hair of the darkest black and eyes that were caramel in color with striations of sea green. She had long, curving lashes that reached nearly to her brows. Her mouth was pulled back into a strained smile, flashing perfectly white teeth which seemed only whiter because of the olive tone of her skin. She wore a white sweater which hugged her curves and small waist and a brown skirt. Her feet were covered in boots the same shade of brown. My eyes traveled back up to her face as she finally realized that I stood in her presence.
“Lilly,” she said as her eyes widened and this time she bestowed a real smile, “I am so glad that you are home.”
I blinked in awe as I stepped down the sidestep and walked closer to her, “You’re Sophia, right?” I asked, as I looked at the woman who had saved my life.
Her smile widened but her face remained gentle and kind, “Yes, I am,” she said, tilting her head as she studied me, “I used to care for you when you were a baby. I have been waiting for you to return home for a long time now.”
I nodded as I looked around again, “Is Aurora here?” I asked, clasping my hands in front of me to keep from twisting them.
Sophia’s smile widened even further, “We will take you to see her soon,” she said, “She’s been waiting for you too.”
My back stiffened as I heard my mother exhale, exasperated, “Of course she‘s waiting for you,” she said, rolling her eyes, “I just wonder which form she‘s waiting for you in…a human or a dog.”
My mouth fell open in horror. I was used to her anger but my mother had not saved her nastiness for only me. I turned and took a step toward her, embarrassed, “Momma, you shouldn’t…”
Her eyes narrowed and a warning whispered through me, “Don’t tell me what I should or should not do,” she hissed as she raised her hand. She slapped me hard across the face. I raised my hand to my cheek as a tear released from my eye.
An instant later, I was pulled behind Sophia so forcefully I nearly fell. A male’s voice blasted through the air, “You will not touch her again or I will rip you limb from limb. Do you understand?” He growled.
I blinked astonished that someone besides Ion was protecting me. I peeked around Sophia and looked toward the man‘s voice, studying the owner. He wasn’t facing me but I could see that he was tall and muscled. His hair was a bit long and the same shade of black as Sophia’s. I frowned as I watched my mother tremble and then, nod her head.
“I understand,” she squeaked. My mouth opened in shock. I had never seen mother frightened and she was frightened of this man.
He backed away and then, turned toward me. Anger still reddened his face but it softened as he stepped closer. My heart jumped in my chest as I studied his