Genevieve:
"It's wonderful to have you all here," Monique said, motioning for everyone to take a seat.
"Mrs. Browning, did you offer them something to eat or drink?" she inquired, addressing my aunt, who was still upset about our disagreement over Wolvin.
"I'll take care of that right now," Mrs. Browning hurried out of the living room as though she'd been eagerly waiting for an excuse to leave. It was clear that my arguments with her weren't anything new.
"I heard some commotion earlier; little did I know my daughter was causing trouble," Monique chuckled, but I felt uneasy as she realized my behavior.
She had never liked it when I raised my voice. Honestly, I couldn't even recall a time before my marriage when I responded to anyone with a harsh tone. Returning home felt like stepping
