It was a sensitive subject, Lorena saw the shame on Donnalee's face before she even knew where the smell came from, but knowing what her daughter is now told her it could be only one thing.
She looked towards the old rundown shack, Donnalee called it her house, can it even be called a structure though? The wind made it whine and moan if it pushed to hard and a layer of desert dust sat sparkling like sandpaper on the sun stricken roof.
"Maybe, we should go somewhere else?" Donnalee said and rubbed her face hard, growing up with features she knew it was obvious to her fingertips she still had Ann's mask on.
She rubbed harder and felt the tingle in her skin as every last traces of Ann vanished, crawling goosebumps over her body revealed the tattooed canvas she so proudly showed off to Deno.
Feeling everything in place she un-cupped her face to look at Lorena, her mother's eyes went wide seeing it truly was her daughter all along.