✿♡ KEYCEE ♡✿
MOM and I are quietly eating breakfast. I haven't spoken to her since last night, after she shouted at me for reasons I still don't understand. She suddenly got angry when she heard the name Madam Marlette. I asked if she knew who that was, but she didn’t answer.
"Jian . . ." Mom looked at me, breaking the silence between us. "I’m sorry for shouting at you last night."
"It's okay, Mom," I replied, still staring at my food. "But you still haven’t answered my question." This time, I looked directly at her. "Who is Madam Marlette? Do you know her?"
She fell silent again. Why does it seem like she’s avoiding this question? Why won't she tell me who Madam Marlette is? I'm getting more confused by the minute.
“By the way, I need to go away for a while. There's something I need
