TWO DAYS LATERTwo days passed like absolute hell.Mom didn’t come home that first night. She didn’t answer any calls or texts. Marcus and I barely slept…we stayed curled up on the couch together, phones in hand, jumping at every little sound in the hallway. The apartment felt too big, too empty, and the faint smell of sex still lingered in the living room, making my stomach twist with guilt every time I noticed it.Marcus tried to stay strong for me. He held me when I cried, made sure I ate something, and even talked through what we might say when Mom finally returned. But his face looked exhausted and worried. He kept checking his phone constantly, hoping for any kind of reply.I felt completely numb. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Mom’s shocked face…the hurt, the disbelief, the pain. I kept whispering “I’m sorry” into the darkness, even though no one was listening.On the second day, around 7 PM, the front door finally clicked open.Mom walked in.She looked drained. Her eyes
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