Exhausted, I managed to change into a dress shirt and light material shorts, pack my hair in a high bun, and lay on my bed, staring at the luxurious ceiling that is made of pop and gypsum.
Things could go south and how exactly could I handle it? God knows I am not brave enough to face that moment when it comes, but I have to admit, Evie was right, to maintain what I won't, I have to fight for it, only how can I start? Is not like mom is an understanding mother that would hug me and tell me she's glad I found my happiness or Christian was the kind of man who wouldn't exaggerate it and let me stay in his house even when I was having his son. Likely, maybe even definitely, I will be homeless and motherless.
As much as I hate some certain people in this family, they're all I have. I can't
