Evelyn
Indeed, I had let my mom into the room, but I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to say. This wasn't meant to happen, not so soon. God, not anytime soon. But that annoying bitch had to ruin it, of course. Why wouldn't she? It was as clear as day—her image, as perfect as it might appear on the surface, was twice as hideous within.
A simple agenda—If I can't have him, no one else can. Screw that bitch.
I was gonna kill her.
"Would you care to explain, Evelyn?" Mom asked.
"I'm not sure what kind of explanation you're fishing for. Based on your earlier statement, it seems like you've already pieced it together yourself, right?"
A look of disbelief mixed with anger flashed across her face, "Incredible. Look at you— You are not even trying to deny it."
"Why should I? I haven't committed a crime that requires denial. I love him. That's all the explanation I believe you need," I stated firmly, loud and clear for her ears, "Tell me, dear responsible mother, is that sufficient for
