Chapter 117
- ♡ Mia's pov ♡
- The air had a stench to it when I entered the dining room. It wasn't a bad stench like a, 'I forgot to close the garbage bin again'. No, it was stuffy with tension. Heavy tension.
- My eyes dropped to mom sitting on the chair around the dining table. Her hair was messier than usual and looked knotted. Her shoulders were sagged and her face solemn.