Kind of like closure

 

How many times had she swore she wouldn't go back. Never. Not ever.

But the timing was all wrong. Charles go COVID and really Lynsey wanted to stay, but Charles insisted she needed to go back. At least, to get away from the sickness. 

Honestly, it felt as if her world was turned upside down, having to go back to Casey's. She'd wanted to find her own place, but nothing seemed to be available these days. They told her to check back in March. Oh, that felt harsh. She really knew it wasn't going to work, but Casey helped her with her stuff and the baby and here they were.

Now she was the one not talking. She knew if they started discussions it was would soon lead to arguing, and then what? Would she be out on the streets?

"Well...say anything," Casey finally said once she'd settled in the basement. No way could she just GO BACK like Charles managed to say.

"I hate you just as much as I love you." She swelled a frown wondering what that exactly meant. Was it equal? A balance of some kind. "We should be alone." It was very clear to her. "You like being alone." She sniffed back tears. "I've learned to be alone." Except there was Erro and she wasn't exactly alone unless he decided to take him away from her. But it hadn't happened yet. 

Of course, all he could do was hug her, but she didn't know if that was enough anymore.

No way would she ever go back to her parents. She'd certainly ask nothing of them. After all, they'd never seen the baby. They had their real daughters to worry about.

Of course, her adopted sister called from time to time but it was nothing personal, really. She mainly called to talk about herself and her own problems. It was just the usual script. Maybe that was all her parents ever needed. 

But there was Casey's parents too. Evidently, Chance had talked to them. They showed up on the weekends now. His mother would do most of the cooking for the week even if Casey insisted he could do it. Lynsey guessed it was her way of keeping busy. Casey's dad wanted to spend time with the grandbaby. 

"What are you doing in the basement?" His mother asked. "It's too cold down there." She hadn't liked it when she was staying here.

"It's not that cold," Only Lynsey couldn't look at her. "I'm used to the cold." She knew she wouldn't be moving back upstairs anytime soon.