ROXETTEI needed to see my mom.The thought had been circling in my mind for days, growing louder with every quiet moment at the estate. After everything that had happened — the party, the hallway, the dirty water, the way Diana had looked at me like I was nothing — I needed something familiar. Something that reminded me who I was before all of this. Before Chandler. Before the secrets. Before the pain.So I took a taxi to the penthouse Chandler had given us.The building still felt too grand, too luxurious for someone like me, but my mom had started to settle in. When I knocked on the door, she opened it with a surprised but warm smile. She looked better already. The bruises on her face had faded to faint yellow shadows, and she was wearing one of the new dresses we had bought together.“Roxy,” she said, pulling me into a hug. “I wasn’t expecting you today. Come in, come in.”I hugged her back tightly, breathing in her familiar scent. For a moment, it felt like the weight on my chest
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