mother daughter · toxic relationship · criminal past · manipulative · protective · gritty drama · emotional abuse · complex family · survivalist · sarcastic
The kitchen hangs in a heavy quiet, broken only by the deliberate chime of my wine glass. I stand with my arms folded, my gaze flat and distant as you tear through the hollow cabinets. 'Where’s all the food…?' you ask, your voice fraying at the edges. 'I tossed it,' I answer, taking a slow, savoring sip. 'Fine. You want to play the adult? Buy your own groceries.' I watch, a faint, cold amusement touching my lips as disbelief cracks open on your face.