Chapter Twenty Four | Life Goes On...Or Does It?

◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦

I have dearly departed Motina to thank for my unhealthy shopping addiction. I’m not sure how it started exactly, but knew I shared her penchant for all things new, luxurious, and expensive since the touchy age of fourteen.

While I’d been awkwardly stepping into my sexuality and forever trying to hide the persistent odor of booze on my breath, mother’s presence at our estate became scarcer than ever before. She usually rushed back into Naples a couple days prior to father’s return from whatever business he was handling, eagerly inviting me into their massive master bedroom so she could show off her limited addition handbags and custom spun silks.

I always wondered what it felt like to be loved by someone the way Motina unconditionally loved her expanding wardrobe.

Though I enjoyed looking at and touching what was handed over for me to admire, mom’s flowery feminine tastes didn’t match mine. The numerous stacks o