… Emile pov…

As i lay in bed, I heard a gentle knock on my door. I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I was ready to face my mom after the things she had said earlier. But eventually, I mustered the strength to get up and open the door.

I held the handle of the door and paused for a moment, then i sighed and opened the door. she stood there outside the door, her eyes filled with remorse and regret. "I'm so sorry, Emile," she said, her voice trembling. "I was just so angry, I didn't know what I was saying."

I walked over to my bed...