Jeremy’s POV
It’s like a bad memory I can’t outrun. It's anger, and it’s exhaustion. A bone-deep weariness that comes from fighting the same battle with different words every time. The little affection I have for Judith, because she is the mother of my child, is eroding, and I do not want to have contempt for her. She gave me the best gift anyone could ever request from life, but… this has to end. Her presence is now like a pressure. And my mother, in the middle of this, twists the knife deeper. A mother is supposed to support her child… what the f#ck is this?
Sophia acts as though my authority is a suggestion, my boundaries a phase I’ll eventually grow out of. The insult isn’t that she disagrees with me. It’s that she doesn’t believe I matter enough to consult in my own life.
My wolf
