Minutes later, I left the sitting room and went to my room. When I reached it, I shut my door behind me and leaned on it for a second while letting out a slow breath. The chaos of the living room was still ringing in my ears, loud and clear as if it was happening now. My mom’s dramatic gasp and disbelief. Jane’s nonstop commentary. The chaos, the questions, the disbelief…they were all refusing to stop playing in my ears no matter how I tried.
I knew why. It was because their reactions were certainly not how I thought it would go.
I mean, sure…I knew it would be surprising to them. But deep down, a small part of me expected them to be… excited. Supportive. Even just a little happy for me. After all, shouIdn’t they?
Instead, Mom looked like I had personally assassinated her dreams of a
