Andrea’s POVOut of sheer anger and frustration at Nick, I smashed the vase on the table beside the bed. I was startled when the door suddenly swung open.“Are you fighting with Nick?” my mom asked nervously.I took a deep breath, forcing a fake smile.“What? Why would you think that? I just bumped into the vase, that’s why it broke,” I reasoned, unwilling to let her know the truth about our situation. I didn’t want her to see how much of a failure I’d become. No, my pride wouldn’t allow it.“And Mom, I’m married,” I added irritably. “So please, don’t just barge into my room.”She looked surprised, stepping back slightly with her hand covering her mouth.“I’m sorry. I was just worried. I thought something might have happened to you.”“Do you think Nick would ever hurt me?!” I snapped, eyes wide with rage.“Oh no, no, no… fine, I’ll go.” She hurried to leave, but before stepping out, she paused as if remembering something.“Oh, I remember! That’s why I came here, to check if you were
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