“I’m sorry, I’m sorry... the food tastes horrible, and there’s nothing to eat in this house.”
“It’s okay. I’ll eat the soup,” I murmured.
I didn’t want to see her cry.
“No, you’re not going to eat that.” She wiped away her tears. “I’ll go buy you something tasty to eat.”
“But Mom, if you go out, Michael will get upset.”
“I’m not going to let you go hungry.” She picked up her purse from the counter. “I’ll be quick.”
“But...”
Before my mother could get close to the door, someone began pounding on the wood with a great deal of force. The person on the other side had to be very angry, or perhaps they had a brick in their hand.
When my mother opened the door, a woman lunged at her and hit her.
“You’re a damn slut!” the blonde shouted.
Mom stepped back when she saw her.
“Victoria?”
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