Yuvonne:
“What are you smiling at?” my mother asked, stepping out of her room and watching me sit in the living room with a smile on my face.
Our house was no longer the broken little place it used to be.
Thanks to Baxter, he had renovated everything for us, making my life peaceful here.
“Did you see the internet, Mom?” I asked, smirking.
“No, why? What is it?” my mother replied, her face tightening with curiosity.
I patted the empty spot on the couch beside me for her to sit. As soon as she did, I showed her what I had been looking at for so long.
The moment she saw the clip circulating online, a wide grin spread across her face. I knew she would be thrilled to see everything being shared about Madeline.
“So, even after so many years, she still manages to get herself in trouble,”
