The cup had been broken, almost half-past six in the afternoon. Of course, saying that was an approximation to reality. In an environment as quiet as the Bell house used to be, the arguments were minimal and the atmosphere was generally quietly peaceful, something quite common if only two people live there. And "mother-and-daughter" had been an insurmountable unit for the past few years, as it must be ... until the young part decides to take flight.
There were no high-sounding words and much fewer blows in between. But sincerity and truth were massive at times, the edge more merciless, deadlier even than a saber. Alexa was no longer a child. No, she already made her own decisions and they had the right to respect them and her mother did until one of them - one of those reasons that now Ha
