Chapter Twenty Five
My apartment being cleaned was a really good start. It made my head much clearer, which meant that I could actually think. My checklist was a long arduous one, and it sure as hell felt good to finally cross something off of it. It was a positive step in the right direction, and that was something. Then, I took the bull by the horns and I called my mum. I knew that was going to be particularly difficult task to complete, but I couldn’t let it go by any longer. I was a little shocked that she hadn’t called me, but that just proved how pissed she was. “Yes?” She answered sharply, the anger evident in her tone. “I’m sorry.” I replied instantly, feeling like a naughty chided child all over again. Mum didn’t answer me, and her icy silence was loaded. “I had to go, mum.” I pleaded, begging her
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