That night, Ava lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent, but inside her mind, a storm raged.
She didnât understand her mother. She never had.
Why was she so angry all the time?
Why did she act like Ava was some kind of burden, like she wasnât allowed to be happy, like every little thing she did was wrong?
And why did she treat her father like that?
Her father, who never raised his voice. Who never made her feel small. Who smiled at her gently even when he was exhausted.
But in this house, his kindness meant nothing.
Every day, Ava watched him get torn apart by words sharper than knives.
Her mother  never  spoke to him with warmthâonly resentment, only exhaustion, only frustration.
She could still hear last nightâs argument.
"Why are you always defending her?"
her mother had snapped.
"You let her do whatever she wants, and one day, sheâll walk all over youâ
Her father had sighed, rubbing his temples. "Sheâs just a kid, Shella. Our kid."
"And what does that mean? That I should let her ruin me, too?"
Ruin her?
Ava had squeezed her eyes shut, pretending not to hear.
She never understood what her mother meant when she said things like that.
Until now.
Now? Whats next ?
Keep reading to find out .....
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