Mia’s POV
I barely made it home before the weight of everything settled on me like a heavy blanket.
No tears came. I was beyond crying. I was just… tired and vulnerable in a way I hadn’t been in years. The moment I closed my front door, I leaned against it, phone already in my hand. I called the only person whom I believed would drag me out of the madness I was currently drowning in.
“Mum?” My voice was quiet, shaky.
“Mia? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Her voice was instantly concerned.
I sank onto the couch, pulling my knees to my chest. “I broke my vows,” I whispered. “I let a man touch me. I didn’t wait until marriage like I promised God and you. I feel so lost.”
There was a long pause. Then my mother sighed softly, and somehow it held both affection and understanding.
“Oh, Mia,” sh
