That evening, I moved out of the villa. I didn’t want to stay there and continue to be in the way of the three of them.
I returned to my little apartment, the one my mother had left behind. It was a bit run-down, but it was a good place to start over.
When Ethan and Chris returned home that night, they didn’t find me there.
In the room, all my things were gone, leaving only their belongings behind. The living room and bedroom were filled with only their stuff.
Even the large monstera plant in the living room was gone.
Because that plant was mine. I was the only one in the family who liked houseplants.
I used to have a lot of flowers, but when they were just little buds, Chris would destroy them. What used to be a balcony full of flowers had been reduced to just that one plant after C
