Back home, Erin took out the old photos her mother had left behind and furiously ripped apart every piece with Joseph in it. She shredded them into tiny bits, as if venting all her frustration.
But as she did, she realized she wasn't the most pathetic one—her mother was.
Even after tearing up the photos, she couldn't calm down. Every time she tried to lie down, Joseph's cruel actions played on repeat in her mind.
As the night deepened, she grabbed a bottle of wine and went up to the rooftop terrace. It was quiet there, and the view was good. She didn't want anyone seeing her in the state she was in.
By the time Erin was drunk and her vision blurred, her phone rang.
She picked it up, seeing an unfamiliar number. She guessed it was Joseph using another number to call her, so she answere
