And that’s when my heart truly sank.
Whatever Mandy had promised us… our home was no longer it.
The couch cushions were stained. Not a little. A lot. Darkened and blotchy. Blankets crumpled on the floor. A bowl of something half-eaten turning crusty on the coffee table.
Behind me, Lily whispered, “Mom?”
Little bits of glass glittered in the carpet.
I swallowed. “Yeah, baby?”
“Why does it look… gross?”
I didn’t answer.
I walked down the hall. Max’s door was open. His bedside lamp was on the floor, the base cracked in half, the bulb shattered.
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