ARI'S POINT OF VIEW
I could hear her voice. Maxine’s voice. Loud, entitled, filled with that same teenage arrogance that used to make my blood pressure rise.
“So even with the whole wealth Mum has now she still decides to stay in this not so rich apartment. Like, she should live in a mansion or something,” she said, her voice echoing from the hallway before she even rang the bell.
I froze halfway through stirring my tea. My grip on the spoon tightened. That tone. That ungrateful tone. It was like she hadn’t learned a single damn thing. Years of me bending backward, giving up dreams, tears, pride, and the last piece of my self-respect just so she could have the best. And now, she still couldn’t keep her mouth shut.
That little squirrel. Still doesn’t know her place.
My chest burned wit
