After spending the whole day with Ezra and Millie in his house, I finally return home. It's past dinner time, and if I'm lucky, mum will be asleep by now or working in her room, and we'll not have to have the conversation that's bound to happen eventually. 

I'd spent the whole day away, mentally preparing myself to talk to her, but on the drive back, I realized I'm not ready. Not yet. Hopefully, I will be tomorrow. Maybe.

I open the front door and enter the house quietly, and I'm thankfully met with silence. The living room is empty, and all the lights in the house are off. Thank...