Mommy Dearest

The warm glow of the television illuminated Hailey’s face as she devoured popcorn, her eyes glued to the screen. The familiar soundtrack of “One Tree Hill” filled the small living room, a nostalgic soundtrack to their evening. The air crackled with a comfortable tension, the unspoken understanding between them palpable.

“Whatchu watching?” Katherine asked, leaning against the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest, a playful smirk gracing her lips.

Hailey’s eyes, still captivated by the drama unfolding on the screen, barely flickered as she replied, “One Tree Hill.”

“You and your obsession with these old highschool tv shows,” Katherine teased, rolling her eyes playfully.

“Hey, Chad Michael Murray was the shit back then in the early two thousands for us girlies,” Hailey retorted, tossing a piece of popcorn in her mouth, the sound echoing in the quiet room.