C53 I feel the same

I heard Mom and Ezekiel’s voices echoing faintly.

Their argument had been going on for several minutes after I stormed out, but now, there was silence.

They were probably fighting because of me.

I stood in front of the mirror, gazing at my reflection. My lips curled into a smirk.

I felt like a homewrecker, but oddly, it didn’t bother me.

“The one who’s breaking her own mother’s home