~Adela~
Everything is going to s**t, and I’m not happy. I can’t believe that b***h is here and walking around as if she belongs. The thought of Portia makes my blood boil.
I’ve been out running since the kitchen incident. I wanted to do other things, try to get the twins to change their minds, but I couldn't focus. I couldn’t stand the fact that everything I had worked so hard for was slowly slipping through my fingers.
I walk into the house after running for hours. I walk past the living room, heading to the stairs. “Why has my baby been crying for hours?” I jump out of my skin at the voice. I turn and see dad sitting in his armchair with a drink in his hand.
“What do you mean?”
“I get home, and your sister is distraught, spending hours crying and whatnot. What happened?” I sigh i
