BELLA
“Linda, you know you can't sing for sh*t,” I heard Mum say.
I was still in bed, and you can't begin to understand how happy I was that their voices were the first thing I heard in the morning.
As my heavy eyelids peeled apart, I was met with an unfamiliar sense of warmth surrounding me — a feeling I hadn't felt in quite a long time. The gentle chatter of Mum and Aunt Linda filled the air with an aura of comfort, inducing memories of the many times Aunt Linda spent weekends with us when I was little. Somehow, in that moment, I found myself reflecting on what had become of my life with Niklas. My relationship with Niklas had deteriorated to a point where the mere sight of him was enough to cause a knot in my stomach — and this was crazy because I loved him more than anything in the
