Samantha’s POV
I spun around, and Mum stood by the doorway, her hands on the frame.
She sighed and walked over to my bed, patting the space beside her lightly.
“Do you think I wouldn't notice my daughter sneaked out?”
My lips parted but closed immediately.
There was no point denying it; the window was open, my heels were on the floor, and Alec’s jacket hung loosely on my shoulders.
I swallowed. “I just needed a breather.”
She arched a brow slightly. “Breather? From what exactly, Samantha? From me? The house?”
I looked down, picking at the hem of Alec’s jacket. “From everything”
She glanced at the window and looked back at me. “I am not angry, just… confused. We were doing better, weren't we?”
Her voice sounded tired. The guilt pressed in on me from all sides. “I know you t
