Chapter 4

The next few days were pure hell.

Mom came by every single day, but it was not to take care of me.

She was here to give me a piece of her mind.

"Charlotte, don't blame me for being tough. I'm only doing this for your own good," she said.

She sat by the bed, eating potato chips and brushing the crumbs off onto the floor like it was nothing.

She added, "Look at you, running around all these years acting like you were something special. But really? You don't even have a boyfriend. Women always end up needing family.