Chapter 21
CLAUDETTES POV ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ It's got to be somewhere. I scoured the kitchen cupboards, living room storage and my bedroom for the glass bottle I'd sneakily hidden so my daughter couldn't steal it from me. Now, it was nowhere to be found. As I was lifting Beatrix's mattress, in hopes she'd been that obvious again, she burst through the door. "Mom you promised" she whined. "I know but you don't understand it helps me darling" I convinced her. "No, it does the opposite mom, and you need help" she said, slamming the door behind as she sulked out of the room. "I'm the grown up" I shouted in frustration. "Then act like it" she shouted back, halfway down the corridor. I screamed in frustration. I just wanted one drink, to take the edge off. ⠀⠀ My day was already off to a bad start, an
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