“What?”. The whole room fell silent with tension. My response to my mom’s vocal question and their imaginary questions was answered by shock in their faces.
“Mathilda talk sense into your daughter! This is pure madness”, my step father spat angrily. He paced around while my step sister was trying to hide the happiness that was pouring out from her heart to her face.
“Mira, what’s going on? You can’t just walk in here and ask for a divorce. Gerald is a good…”. Before my mom could finish her sentence, her husband jumped in. “Listen to me Mira Copper, you are not divorcing Gerald and that is final”.
I could not tell what it was, but something tempted me to laugh. I laughed bitterly as soon as he was done ranting. “Mira! You are scaring me”. My mom pulled me to a seat. With concerns and
