I turned to the door, my lips parting as I stood there, hesitating. I guess I was more scared of not feeling like this anymore than Ibwas about whatever would actually happen in there. I sighed, then turned the knob. I pushed the door open and slowly stepped in, my brows furrowed.
I walked in, my steps slow as I got to the sitting room. Mum was sitting on the couch with Matthew, who was saying something about dinner. His eyes fell on me, and he suddenly stopped, his brows furrowing.
"Look who is here."
My mother turned to me, and her eyes darkened. She stood up from the couch, her brows raising. Her hands went to her waist, her chest slightly heaving.
"Where the hell were you?"
"Out," I said, my voice slow. "Glad to see you are not in the ICU. At this point, I feel like I would pref
