Faith’s Pov
I couldn't breathe. Not because I lacked air, but because of my mother's angry looks and the silent blame she gave me. Her looks felt heavy, like they were taking my breath away.
My chest hurt with a familiar, sharp pain. Her eyes were cold, like a frozen lake. They always reminded me of everything bad that happened between us the last time we met. Each looked silently blamed me for things she thought I'd done wrong in the past.
I knew people don't change fast and things don't change fast either. But a small, silly part of me hoped she had understood. Maybe my being away had made her feel a little bit . It was a silly hope. Her cold stare quickly killed it.
"Is there anything you want to say?" She asked. Her voice was cold and sharp. There was no warmth in it. She stared at
