I didn't understand Hilary's words. But I could see that whatever they meant hurt Lori very much. Which made me sad. Even though she had yelled at her mother for bringing me to the house and said things like I didn't belong there, a part of me felt bad because she did.
I wanted to say something to Hilary. I wanted to make her stop. I didn't want Lori to feel bad. But I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to say to Lori when she sat down next to me.
A part of me wanted to hug Lori, like the mother who hugged her son at the doctor's office when he was afraid of getting a shot. But I didn't know if Lori wanted me to hug her. She seemed to not want anything. She didn't talk and she sat on the edge of the sofa like she didn't want to be too close.
I put my hand on her shoulder, just to remind her that I was there. I didn't know what I would do if she said anything. I just felt the urge to let her know that she wasn't alone.
