Shattered Pieces
Tristan's POV I stood up behind the kitchen counter, sipping my coffee as my mother and father were seated at the dinner table. I was not in the mood for this day. I wanted to confront Luca about this situation but then my mother called him last night to invite him over to my f^cking house. I remained quiet because at least this situation would be spoken about with all four of us present at the table. "You should really smile more," my mother said as she looked at me. "Mom, please do not start with me this morning." I set my mug on the kitchen counter. Annoyed. "Just leave him alone," my father told her. There was a knock on the front door, "That must be him," my mother said softly as I walked around the counter, all the way to the door and opened it. Anger boiled within me as I
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