I wiggle out of Luke's arm and go downstairs to make me a glass of orange juice.
As I'm in the kitchen I hear a knock on the front door.
That's weird? We never have visitors.
I open the door cautiously, it's Lucy
"Hi?" I say confused
She looks almost scared.
"Can we talk out here" she gestures for the porch
"Yeah" I say before shutting the door behind me
"Um after yesterday I started thinking about things and I" she says flustered
"Yeah?"
"I looked up Miss Watson and" she sighs
"What about Miss Watson?" I say a little scared
She start crying.
"What about Miss Watson?" I ask again
"She's still fostering kids and a couple of them have died since she had us" Lucy says Wiping her tears away
"O God" I cover my mouth
"She has a little girl living with her"
"Poor girl" I whisper
"As soon as I found out all the memories came flooding back" Lucy takes a deep breath "she's so young and alone"
"Maybe call child services or something" I suggest
"They won't ever believe she's anything but a sweet old lady" she mutters
"Come in" I ask I know Luke will want to see her
"I don't know" she says staring at the house
"Please"
She nods
I open the door for her.
"You can sit there, I'll be right back" I tell her and run upstairs to get Luke
I open my door and climb on the bed basically on top of Luke
He opens his eyes "well good morning" he smirks putting his hands on my hips
"I'm going to tell you something" I say slowly
"Okay?"
I take a deep breath "your sister down stairs" I quickly say
He freezes "w-what?"
"She's on the couch she came because she looked up Miss Watson and she still fostering kids and there still dying"
He looks a lost for words.
"Do you want to see her?" I ask him
"I don't know if I can take it" I can see he has tears in his eyes
"You may never get another chance Luke" I tell him softly
"Your right" he whispers