I'M having my breakfast...alone. It was still six o'clock and Mom wasn't home. I'm not sure where she wandered off this early, and Anita didn't know either. It's odd, since she never goes out without informing me where she's going. She was an in-house woman after I got back from Warford.
"Milk?" Anita asked while holding the fresh milk bottle. I simply nod while munching pasta. The ambiance of the kitchen was calm and peaceful, yet a loud thud from the glass door of our kitchen marred the serenity. Mom arrived with an expression I couldn't tell. It seems like a mixture of pain, pity, and anger. I confusedly raised my brows while looking at her strangely. What's wrong? Did she get into a fight?
"Is it true, Solene?" she inquired. I just stared at her blankly, not knowing what to say, as I
