*Peggy's POV*

It's been 2 months, 12 days, and some odd number of hours, minuets, and seconds.

Today was the day; I finally go home.

I was excited, but also scared. I didn't know what was to happen.

Honestly, I wasn't sure if anything anymore.

I just knew that I was going home. And Maria was coming home too.

I did talk about her to my therapists but I begged them not to tell my family.

I was ready for them to judge me yet.

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My first day back home was like any usual day in the Schuyler household. My homecoming didn't call for anything different.

Shocker.

I sighed as I walked through the doors. Nothing changed. Nothing will change. Nothing would change.

I was dropped off by a social worker who I grew fond of.

"Mom, dad, Angelica, Eliza, im home." I called before I walked upstairs.

It was there I found my entire family moving my things out of the shared bedroom I had with my sisters.

"What's going on?" I asked confused.

My mom turned and looked at me. "Oh! Peggy darling." She said and engulfed me in a hug.

"We've decided that you should have your own room for now! You know, to give you space."

She's trying. There's a start.

I forced a small smile "momma, that's great but I um, I'm kinda not allowed to be alone."

"Oh. Right, right. Okay. So I guess I'll crash with you." My mother said softly.

Great.

"Why can't I just stay with Liza and Angie?" I asked, hurt slightly.

My mother again, wrapped her arm around me. "Because baby, we all need to adjust. Okay?"

I sighed but nodded, knowing it was best to let it go.

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As dinner time came along, I was excited.

If there was one thing my mother did right, it was cooking. She made all the best food.

"Alright! Dinner is served!" My mother said as she placed the food on the table and started to put it on our plates.

I smiled and started to eat once everyone sat down.

About halfway through, Angelica broke the silence.

"So. Tell us about Maria"

My heart sank.

Good thing Eliza isn't here.