Ella's POV
"He is hiding something,"
Drifta muttered in my head, and I agreed.
Something was off about Toke; he didn't seem like himself. Hearing my mother's story was heartbreaking and nice at the same time. A part of me that died long ago, that voice inside my head that made up excuses for her to make myself feel better, stirred in the back of my mind. It told me she had a valid reason for trying to avoid reality, that it could be understood that she drowned herself in liquor and eventually became unable to stop.
But her story also made me angry. I wanted to shake my mom and yell at her. Demand she get a grip. How could she go through so much to save me and still treat me like I meant nothing more than the dog s**t she stepped in? She left her friends, her new family, and m
