POV: Adan Bradford
I was in the hallway, taking out some books from my locker, still feeling pissed about what had happened during the weekend. I had not even informed my dad that I had seen my so-called mother, even though Adalyn, my younger sister, had told him how she had practically snubbed her on the few occasions she had visited her school and waited for her to pass by after closing hours.
I could tell that my father already guessed that there was no way my mum could have seen Adalyn, without stopping by to try to also say hello to me as well. He had known how much I had been attached to her and longed for her affection when I was very much younger, but he also knew that I could never forgive my mother for how she had placed her work above myself and the rest of the family.
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