Kermit's POV
My mother entered my bedroom shortly after I retreated there for the evening. I felt the familiar urge to dismiss her immediately. This woman rarely brought anything but trouble when she sought me out.
She went through her usual routine of asking about my day before delivering the real reason for her visit.
"Your sister has run away from the facility."
I froze while removing my jacket, her words hitting me like a physical blow.
"However, they located her quickly," she continued, which barely managed to calm my racing pulse.
By the Moon, why couldn't she lead with that crucial detail?
"Fine," I muttered, working on the buttons of my shirt.
"But she's requesting to return home, and the asylum is considering her release."
The situation kept deteriorating.
"Mother, stop." I spun to face her directly. "I cannot handle Gia's presence right now."
Drop one letter from her name and you get 'mad.' The irony wasn't lost on me. She truly was unstable.
