locket really means a lot to you, doesn't it?" Trevor asked as he looked
over Grace's shoulder and caught her looking intently at the picture of her and
her mother that the locket contained.
She jumped slightly at the
sound of his voice. She'd been lost in her own thoughts of her childhood
and hadn't heard him coming up behind her. "It's the only thing I
have that reminds me that I did have some good times as a
child." It was those times Grace had always tried to focus on.
She deeply longed to forget everything that had happened later...her father's
drinking, the fights, her father's death, and her mother's slow descent into
"Have you thought any
more about going to see your mother in the sanitarium?" Trevor took a
seat across from her at the table. "You really should go see her, you
"I know," she
muttered as she lowered her head. "I-I just can't stand to see her
like she is. I don't want to remember her like that. I don't want to
remember all the bad things that happened."
"You can still do that
and see her. Grace, you've got to think about what could happen.
She's still not well. What if something happened to her before you got up
the nerve to go see her? What if you lost your chance forever?"
She thought about what Trevor
was saying and realized he did have a point. While her mother's mental
state was the same as it was when she went into the hospital, her physical
health was deteriorating as well.
"I-I just don't know if I
can do it. She won't recognize me. She won't even know who I
am. She barely knows who she is!"
"Grace, don't make a
mistake by not seeing her." Trevor reached across the table and held
her hand. "If you don't go to see her and something happens, that
will be something you'll have to deal with for the rest of your life. Are
you sure you'll be able to deal that?"
Grace knew that was something
she wouldn't be able to handle, but she also realized that she couldn't stand to
see her mother in her current state. She just didn't know what to do.