What the Hell Happened?
Ethan
"Are you going to the funeral?" Liv asks after she gets her face washed. Given everything that happened, she decided to stay with me a few more days. I didn't ask her to, but here she is. In my space. Two days ago, I would have been thrilled. Now, though, I just want my space.
I shoot daggers at Liv. She should be used to it now. After all, I haven't looked at her with anything but disdain since we were at my dad's house yesterday morning. I've barely said two words to her, actually.
I lean against my dresser, cross my feet at the ankles, palms on either side of my butt. "Why the hell would I go to the funeral?"
She walks into my bedroom rubbing her lotion into her hands. "Because it's your mom?"
Shaking my head, I say, "No. She gave birth to me. She isn
