mallory closed her book, sitting up on the couch to face her daughter. she didn't know the answers herself, and doctors weren't giving any answers either, which frustrated mallory even more.
"I don't know baby, I wish I did, I wish the doctors were more help."
she felt horrible for her daughter, nothing was helping. the doctor suggested monthly shots to help with the headaches but even those didn't help. the whole thing was more frustrating than the five years that passed by without her and everyone else on flight 828.
"just a little bit of laundry, ava needs fall clothes in and summer clothes out."
she smiled turning around to face him, her arms wrapping around his neck