I reentered the living room. I ignored Levi and stared my mother down, who was now, once again, sitting on the couch. That was the only thing that had changed about this place. The fucking couch. I guessed she only gave a shit about the things she needed the most—drugs and a place to crash after the high. “You’re never seeing me again,” I warned her, keeping my voice even. Unmoved as my heart ached incredibly. “The second I walk through that door, I am gone, and you will never see me again for the rest of your miserable fucking life. Do you understand that?” She said nothing. “You won’t know
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