My Mom's Boyfriend
Just the same bolded subject line staring back at me.
A firm knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts, sharp and insistent.
“Come in,” I said flatly, my voice already edged with exhaustion and resentment. I didn’t bother getting up or fixing my messy bedhead.
Mom stepped inside, her expression more determined this time, jaw set in a way that made my stomach drop. She didn’t sit on the bed like she usually would during our talks. No attempt at softening the blow with a hug or a hand on my shoulder. She stood near the door, arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she was steeling herself for battle.
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