The Cold Mom

Chapter Ten.

Caelia.

I stepped out of the bathroom after a warm morning bath, my body felt light, the exact opposite of the state of my mind; it was chaos, caused by multiple thoughts that I couldn’t stretch out. I had slept thinking about what to do with what I saw earlier in the day. I didn’t know who to tell about what I saw. Should I just keep it to myself? Should I tell someone? Or just report to the police that my mom and I were being watched by someone. I wasn’t sure of what to do.

I dragged my legs into the closet, dried and restyled my hair, then started the usual routine of searching for what to wear. After searching for minutes, I finally settled for a short black and white gown, matching it up with black knee boots. I picked up a fur coat from the hanger and a black bag too, heading out of the room.

I descended the stairs to find my mom at the dining table already, eating her meal and scrolling through her phone at the same time. I cleared my throat as I walked to the tabl