I heard Mom and Ezekiel’s voices echoing faintly.
Their argument had been going on for several minutes after I stormed out, but now, there was silence.
They were probably fighting because of me.
I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection. My lips curled into a smirk.
I felt like a homewrecker, but oddly, it didn’t bother me.
“The one who’s breaking her own mother’s home,” I murmured to myself, the words dripping with irony.
The smirk lingered as I tilted my head, studying my reflection.
Am I truly the villain in your story, Mom?
I tried to rationalize it, convincing myself I didn’t want to be.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” I whispered with a bitter smile, “but you didn’t leave me any other choice.”
The knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts.
I straightened up, taking a d
