~Antonio
I slammed the door to my room shut with a force that made the walls tremble. The sound echoed in the empty space, mirroring the storm raging inside me. Pacing back and forth, I ran my fingers through my hair, muttering words that I wasn’t even sure made sense.
How could my mother do this to me? Inviting Vivian into our home without telling me? Did she think dragging up my past would suddenly fix my present?
I stopped in my tracks, letting out a frustrated sigh. Just as I was about to grab a glass of water from the side table, the door creaked open slightly. I turned sharply, ready to snap at whoever dared to disturb me.
It was Vivian.
Her head peeked through the gap, her eyes wide and cautious. “Antonio?” she asked softly, as though testing the waters. “Can I come in?
