-Madeleine-
I spent the entire night listening to my mother cry, and all I could think about was… would I end up like her one day? Was this my future with Hunter? It wouldn’t surprise me if it was, yet I didn’t want to become like my mother.
The next morning, she was in the dining room, sipping coffee. Even with a heavy layer of makeup, her red eyes and the swelling underneath were visible. I sat down, took a small bowl, and poured some oatmeal into it, followed by a splash of milk.
It usually made me feel quite full, even if I was still craving seconds. But I knew she would comment if I poured another helping. Though this morning, she was unusually quiet. She would normally have something to say, whether to correct me or to discuss what needed to be done that day, but today, she said
