"Yvaine! What on earth did you share? Take it down immediately!" he exclaimed. "Where are you? Come back and say sorry to Gwyneth!"
I simply switched off my phone.
It's almost amusing. He never responded to my messages before.
I used to believe he was just too occupied.
As it turns out, he saw everything—he simply didn't care enough to reply.
My mother, whom I hadn't seen in years, arrived to collect me.
She was wearing a crimson gown, looking as beautiful as ever, but I could see age had caught up with her.
She embraced me tightly and said, "Oh, darling, you've been through so much."
Even though I'd left home years ago, I still kept in contact with her.
She was aware of all my issues with Gerard and had been cautioning me for ages that it wouldn't end well.
I didn't heed her advice then, but I do now.
On our journey home, Mom filled me in on the changes around the house.
I was already aware of most of it, but I still listened attentively.