......
Liv
......
“I don’t know about this,” my mother says as we exit our cars in Chase’s driveway. But I don’t respond. I’m too tired. All I want to do is bring my clothes inside, run myself a bath, have a glass of wine, and then cry myself to sleep. I punch in the code, and the door opens. I enter, and my mother follows behind.
Tears pool in my eyes as I take in the familiar scent, and before I know it, the tears are flooding down my cheeks. I plop on the sofa, and my mother sits next to me, placing her hand on my back as I continue crying. I cry for a long time before I stop and wipe my tears, looking at my mother.
“We must bring the clothes and put them in the guest bedroom,” I tell her, my voice still trembling. “Then you can go back to the hotel. Tomorrow, we’ll bring your thi
