Wasted Time, Wasted Love
My stepson pushes me down from the second floor, all because I accidentally break a bowl.
He stands over me, looking down with a cold, emotionless gaze. "You're just a stand-in my grandfather forced on us. Don't even think about replacing my mother!"
I stare up at the boy I've raised for eight years, and his indifference cuts deeper than any wound.
Blood slowly trickles down from my forehead.
Fighting through the pain, I dial a number. "Whatever debt I owed has been paid. It's time for me to leave."
Coincidentally, I already have the divorce agreement that his father has signed.