A week had past before my confrontation with my parents, and after that day Cayne didn't talk or ask a single thing about them to me. I think he already understand that I'm not yet okay about the situation.
"There's so much to do," Monique, Cayne mother said in a high panicky voice. She was currently running in all directions, trying to get everything perfect.
Christmas is approaching fast and Monique was out of her mind decorating every inch of the mansion. She wanted everything to be perfect.
"Mom, maybe you should rest a bit," Cayne spoke up, looking worried.
"No, no, no," she snapped in agitation, unpacking a box of decorations. "I don't have much time. Christmas is here before we knew it. And I'm so late." She grumbled to herself.
"Do you need help?" I ask softly.
She looked at
