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'Wirt had said that the funeral will end at 8pm, but it's now 11pm' Sadie, Wirt's mother, paces to her top floor window back towards her steam bathroom.
Mason, her husband, lays in their bed his chin squashes in his chest as he reads his book. 'I'm sure he's fine, dear. He's with Sara you know how they are.'
'Yes, but what if somthing happen? It's not like him to not tell me where he's at. Especially if plan changes or his going to be home late.'
'Dear,' Mason puts his book down, shifting his legs off the side of the bed. He gestures for his wife to come to him. 'Wirt is a grown man he can take care of himself.' Sadie sits close to her husband, he starts to rub her shoulders in light pressure circles, it's somthing he knows will help her anxiety. Usually. 'Dear?'
Sadie chews on the inside of her cheek, her fingers picking at her lips, and her eyes glue to her window looking out to the wet street. 'Something's wrong, Mason. I can feel it in my gut. it's not good.'
Early in the morning before the sun is able to shine. Sadie, whom placed her rocking chair next to the window sometime during the night, sees a familiar silhouette of the neighbors daughter, Sara. Sara hadn't lived in her parents house for a couple of years now, Sadie watches her closely the feeling in her gut intensifies. Without a thought nor reason Sadie jumps out of her chair running out of her room grasping onto her night cover as her feet slides down the stairs two steps at a time.
Sara at the doorstep hunches with her arms curl inward. Her head hovering over her with weight unbeknown to Sadie, yet the feeling in her stomach reminds her of the first time she almost lost her sons.
No words, no looks, not even a sound. Sadie lead Sara to the kitchen, starting two cups of coffees. She glance back to her could've-been-daughter-in-law, the look on her face. Sadie assumes that Sara had a harder night then her so she prepares breakfast.
They sit in silences and Sadie wait. Waiting for Sara to say somthing. Waiting to hear good or bad news. God forbid Sadie sits in her crappy metal chair waiting for the world to have noise again and for her son to sneak in through the back doors, like he did in high school. But nothing happens. Sadie lets out an annoyed sigh.
'Where's Wirt?'
Sara nurse on her coffee, chaining her lips on the mug as she dears look at Sadie. Her teeth bites on the ceramic mug.
'Did somthing happen?' Sadie question her, tilting her head as if that can help Sara speak. 'Do you know-'
Sara burst into tears, throwing her arms around the older woman.
'I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry' She gasps through choke breaths. 'It was my idea! I'm sorry!' 'I didn't think he would get lo-lost!' 'I'm sorry!' 'I. he was right next to me, we-we were talking. A-an-d,... I'm so sorry!'
Sara cries starts to fuse in her apologies, she tries her best to explain what happen, but she restarts every time she loses her breath leaving her to apologize again.
Sadie is left to hold on to her, trying to put the pieces together of what could've happen. Sara decided to take the back way to her apartment and Wirt wanted to walk with her to make sure she was safe. Apparently they both had somthing to drink and was taking the back way, witch was actually a thick forest between her apartments and the commentary, it's supposedly faster than getting a taxi.
'I-i don't know ow-how it happen. We were, like, were walking and I-uh I was talking about Jason. Wirt didn't say anything so-. He wasn't there. I-I,... All night I couldn't find him. I don't think he's in the forest.'
Sadie push herself out of the hug. looking down at the girl. 'What do you mean?'
'I-'
Sara begins but stops herself, her eyes glace towards the stairs. Sadie eyes fallows seeing her youngest sleepily walking to them. Sara's mouth hangs open unable to talk further.
'Hey sweetheart,' Sadie shoot a look at the kitchen's wall clock, 6:53. 'It's still early why don't you go back to bed?'
Greg looks up at his mom, his hand rubbing an eye. 'Mom my stomach is hurting.'
'Oh baby, do you want some pain meds?' Sadie stands out of her chair meeting Greg at the archway. Sara turns her face away from him.
'No I don't think that would help.' His head turn to Sara now hiding away in her hands. Sadie snatches his face, feeling his forehead with one hand with the other holding his head straight. 'Is everything okay?'
'Ah-of course it is. Not even a cold you'll be fine if you get some sleep, okay?'
Greg's eyes look up at her knowing that she knew what he meant, He looks back at Sara that's wiping away her tears, sniffing up snot, and trying to breath; anything to calm down or to ignore his burning eyes.
'Bed, yeah?' Sadie turns his body around, giving him a little shove. But he look back at Sara.
'I'm sorry for your lost.' Greg says slowly in his most respectful tone. 'Wirt said you two were really close. I don't know what's that like but I can imagine it.' Greg's hand fidget with the ends of his short hair. He stands half looking at her then half looking elsewhere, a lot like Wirt. Another stuffy cry from Sara.
'Th-thank you Grg-. Greg, that's-. Sweet of you to-.' Sara's sleeve rubs her nose again. And again in her quiet voice, 'Thank you.'
'Bed.' Sadie pat his back and off he goes. Waiting till she can't see him anymore she dips down to Sara. 'You should rest. I can put you in Wirt's old room-'
'No. Thank you, but I can't.'
'Okay, I'll get you some blankets and you can take a nap on the couch.' Sadie look in the living room with the pull-out already out. Wirt's backpack laying on the floor his clothes piled on the ground and couch. She knows his toiletries are in the guest bathroom and his antidepressants most likely on him. 'I can call your parents too.'
'No, I don't want to wake them. Thank you the couch is,' Sara looks on to the same scene. 'It'll do. Thank you.'