MEL
Jonah really had it out for me last night. I am standing in front of my bathroom mirror, my eyes glued on my tired reflection. My eyes are dim and my body aches all over.
I take my shaky hands to my face and I feel my skin. It's still as soft as ever. My eyes fall on my wedding ring. I can’t believe I’ve had this on for two years. To me it was acceptance, a way to finally make my parents proud and my family happy. All that doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.
I reach for my ring finger to pull the ring off. But I’m distracted by the sound of a crashing plate downstairs. I can hear voices. One of them is Mara’s.
This house should be on a show. There’s no day without drama now.
I wrap my wavy hair into a messy bun, grab my bag from the bed, and head downstairs. I don’t want to miss
