Emma

At first, I think it’s just part of a strange dream, the angry voices echoing through the room, loud and grating like some twisted soundtrack to a nightmare. 

But as I blink my eyes open, the reality hits me like a cold slap, and I realize this is no dream. 

My heart sinks as I prop myself up on my elbow, narrowing my gaze. The voices grow louder, more heated, and my stomach drops when I recognize the unmistakable pitch of my mother’s voice. 

She’s here. On a Friday morning. And the worst part? She’s here uninvited, barging into the only space I’ve felt safe in, the one place...