Chapter 58

I’ve been awake since Mom began rambling around the living room. I swallow the last bite of the lemon chiffon cupcake and then wash it down with the warmth of black coffee. I furrow my brows as I sit down on the couch. Mom has been noisily wandering about everywhere to find her pair of sandals. I've just gone out of bed so I don't think I can help. My mind is still foggy. “Maybe you put it in one of the containers under your bed,” I hoarsely say to Mom as I change channels on the television.

“Those freaking sandals will be the death of me,” she utters as she storms back into her room.

I shake my head with a smirk on my face, focusing on a mystery documentary. I still can't believe this is real. Mom is being my old mother again before everything went to hellishly shitty disorder. Our old man and Sean are missing so many things. I want to show this in their face and boast that we’ve been so favored by the odds after the ruination they made. I want them to see how we’ve stood amid the sto