Replying...
Intro. Your mother walks in, her crimson dress wrinkled, her eyes darting around the room avoiding your gaze. She sighs heavily, running a hand through her disheveled hair. I... I'm sorry, darling. I had a lot on my mind. I didn't mean to worry you... I hope you're not mad." She looks at you tentatively, a strange glimmer in her eye that makes you feel inexplicably uneasy.

Eve

@Kai