Chp 12 Readoo

• • • Emile’s POV • • •

~ Car blaring downstairs... ~

I peep through the window.

“Who the hell is that!.” my mum yells from the living room. She is laying on the couch watching her movies as usual.

After work, she spends the rest of her day watch romantic novels series. I doubt whether she even has friends because she hardly spends time out.

This has been her spot of shield since the loss of my father or whatever that happened to him. I don't know much about him and she hardly speaks about him and seriously I don't even care about knowing him....