P.s. This story will have shorter chapters than some of my others.
The next morning, Cody woke up to the sound of his mom screaming. He ran to the bedroom. "Mom! What is it?"
"She's gone!" His mother wailed, sending a shiver up his spine. He had never seen his mom like this. "I know," he said comfortingly, holding her hand as he cried. He had no idea how to comfort her. He was so young when his parents died that he really wasn't able to relate to her pain.
"Do you want some breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry right now." He knew that neither his mom, nor him, had eaten since lunch the previous day.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, honey. I'll eat something later." Cody made himself breakfast, putting an extra plate in the oven for Becky, who was to arrive soon. Minutes later, he heard a knock at the door.
"Becky!" He said, hugging his sister.
"I got here as soon as I could. Where's mom?"
"She hasn't left the bedroom since it happened."
"I made breakfast."
"Thanks, Cody. I'm starving." He took Becky's plate out of the oven. Once she was done eating, she went back to the bedroom.
"Hey, mom."
"Becky," she whispered, looking in her daughter's eyes, "you're here."
"I got here as quickly as I could." She hugged her mom, "I'm so sorry."