Emre:
Abigail had called my father and mother into the living room after storming out of the kitchen. I followed after her, my heart pounding in my chest.
I tried asking her to stop, but she wouldn't. "What's going on, Abigail? Why are you shouting like that? You know I've been trying hard to put the baby to sleep," my mom appeared with a displeased look on her face. Dad joined her, then glanced my way.
"You might want to hear what your son is saying," Abigail hissed, pointing at me. "What? What have you said to her, Emre?" Mom seemed lost but curious. "I didn't say anything," I uttered, feeling guilty.
If Abigail told my mother that I had been wanting to be with Genevieve when I grow up, my mom would never forgive me. It was no surprise that my mother disliked Genevieve.
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