XV.
I STOOD AT THE TOP of the stairs frozen while my mother stood at the bottom to gaze up at me. Neither of us attempted to say anything besides the obvious. It felt like the seconds that were passing was being dragged out until minutes, the sound of my pulse getting louder in my ears as the silence in the house grew. I could hear a shuffling noise come from my bedroom, knowing it was Amanda putting her clothes back on.
"You’re back.” My head trying to wrap around what’s going on. “I didn’t think you’d be back yet," I said, trying to keep calm and my voice even. I wish I could read what was going through her head right about now. I hated her silent treatment when I felt myself caving in.
“Is Ryan here with you?” she questioned, her voice holding no tone, “who’s upstairs with you?” anot
