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I didn’t wait until evening.
There was still so much to do to settle my mom’s affairs.
Ignoring the doctor’s disapproving glare, I signed myself out of the hospital against medical advice.
It took me a full week to handle everything.
When it was all done, I stood in front of that small, lonely grave, and something inside me broke.
For the first time, it truly sank in–this woman, who had spent her life controlling mine under the guise of love, was gone forever.
I collapsed against the cold headstone, sobbing uncontrollably.
It was only after some time had passed that I realized something was missing.
The necklace.
The only thing my mom had left me.
I must’ve left it at Isaac’s place.
If it weren’t for that necklace, I wouldn’t have set foot in that suffocating house again. All I could do was pray that Isaac wasn’t home, so I could grab it and leave without any drama.
But life isn’t that kind.
Isaac wasn’t there, but Lola was.
“Mia? What are you doing back here?” Lola asked, leaning against the doorframe in her silk pajamas, arms crossed like she owned the place.
“I came to grab something. I’ll leave as soon as I have it,” I said, not wanting to waste a single second more on her.
Whatever happened between her and Isaac was no longer my concern.
But she wasn’t about to let me off so easily.
“Let me quess” she said with a smua arin. “You’re lust using that as an excuse to worm your way back into lense’s life.
3:08 PM
