The old me would've apologized already, would've cried, would've backed down.
This version... didn't.
My mother's eyes widened in complete disbelief.
Neither of us spoke. The silence felt suffocating.
Finally, she pointed toward the staircase without taking her eyes off me.
"Go to your room." Her voice was ice-cold. "And reflect on what you've just said."
I stood there for another second. My chest rose and fell unevenly. Then, without another word, I walked upstairs.
I could still feel her eyes on my back long after I'd disappeared around the corner.
The moment I stepped inside my room, I slammed the door shut behind me. The sound echoed through the hallway, followed by complete silence. I stood there for a long moment, my chest rising and falling as anger coursed through every vei
