Sophia’s POV
~October 18: Brunch with the Thornes’~
“Sophia, where are your new custom bras? Don’t tell me they don’t fit anymore!” My mom yells from inside my closet.
Seated on my bed, I can’t help but roll my eyes, sighing in annoyance.
“They’re in the last drawer on the left side. And they still fit.” I answer, seriously looking forward to when I stop hearing comments like this about my body.
“I’m sorry!” She yells back, as if hearing my thoughts. She’s been careful and kinder ever since I told her how her treatment of me had affected me.
“Forgiven,” I reply, chatting with my dad.
Me: {What if mommy finds out? You share your room with her}
LOML: {I found a new place to hide it. But we can just tell her you’ve been buying them for my son-in-law.}
Me: {No. I take some for mysel
