We were still terribly nervous and uncomfortable as a family. It was clear from my parents' concerned expressions and the way they watched me and Gwynne so closely that they wanted to say something. My tension mounted as we got my sister's room set up once again. I could feel my shoulders tighten up when my mother finally cleared her throat to speak.
"I don't want you to think we don't trust you," she sighed.
Of course, that made it clear that they didn't trust us. Gwynne looked afraid and I could tell she was holding her breath.
"I just think it would be best if I stay with you two for a few days, after everything you've been through," Mom finished.
I immediately wanted to find a flaw with that plan, and shook my head. It just felt like having Mom there with us would make it even more
