Madriod's POV

Ugh, where do I even start? My house looks like a tornado kissed it and then decided to move in permanently. Thanks, Mia. Like, seriously, I thought my life couldn’t get more chaotic, but nope. She had to turn my home into a disaster zone. It’s fine, though. I’m handling it. Kind of.

I stood in the middle of what used to be my living room, hands on my hips, staring at the mess. Furniture overturned, walls scratched, and oh my gosh was that a slice of pizza stuck to the ceiling? What even was my life right now?

"You're not leaving until you're well," I’d told Elsie...