Hoshor Plains But beware all those angels with their wings glued on

Mom had never mentioned his grandparents before. He had many questions now, all of which he would save for later; he needed time to mull them over and make sure they were all the right questions. His heart began to race at the mention of mom leaving, but then Emrik assured him that he had explained why she had to stay here with them. At his question, Acheron's freckled face scrunched in serious thought. It was a big question, even he could tell that. What if he gave the wrong answer or his answer meant more than he thought it would? What if he said one thing but his mom or sisters wanted something else? What if this all was riding on his answer? What if, what if, what if. He could literally go on for hours trapped in that circle of thought. He swallowed hard and drew in a really big breath, finally looking up at Emrik hesitantly. Well...how does mom feel about it? he asked. The safest bet was to do whatever mom wanted in this situation. He wouldn't want to upset her further. But, he knew he should really consider his own feelings on the matter.