Mia pushed the door open to her house, the silence greeting her like an old acquaintance. It was late, too late to hope for a proper conversation with her mom.
She had come visiting without notice and it had been almost two months, yet she hasn’t mentioned returning to her residence. She wasn’t supposed to be here, not right now when she was about to round things up with Xiang.
As expected, her mother, Sarah, was already dressed, looking elegant and put together, as if everything in their lives was perfectly in order.
“Oh, Mia,” Sarah said, glancing up briefly. “You’re back. How are you?”
“I’m fine,” Mia replied, her tone clipped, betraying none of the turmoil within. Deep down, she wasn’t fine, but saying so wouldn’t change anything. Her problems, after all, had roots she couldn’t sim
