YILEYNA
A few hours had passed since Charlene had come, and Theon had once again become the quiet, cold, stoic, arrogant jerk he always was when we weren’t alone.
Charlene had helped organise the stuff whilst Theon had stood outside the apartment, leaving the two of us alone, but with the door broken I knew he could hear everything.
She had been so upset with what happened and refused to believe my parents would do such a thing.
Goddess, I loved her. She wasn’t just saying it to appease me, she genuinely believed it. I just wished her father also realised his friend would never do that to him.
"Are these are all for donating?" Charlene asked, pointing at the sacks I had stacked to the side.
"Yes." I replied, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me as I looked at one of Mom’s dresses p
