Chapter 8 Anger

• ADRIANNA
• Where was i to go from here? I had no idea. I dragged my suitcase along with me, tears streaming down my eyes. What was i going to do? Where would i stay? Would i have to go back to that house? To face both my sister, whose betrayal feels like a personal attack, and my husband, whose actions reek of deceit. I had no other choice. I can't stay on the streets, i know how dangerous it can be at night. My only and last option was to go back to that house full of bad memories and to endure.
• The walk back home was slow and torturous, each step heavy with the weight of my thoughts and the sting of tears that still lingered on my cheeks. The world around me blurred together in a haze of sadness, as I struggled to make sense of it all. Home, the word 'home' sounded so foreign to me. I couldn't call that place home, but there was nothing else I could call it. It was where I had been for as long as I could remember, with my once-wonderful family, the love of my life, and my sister. It held memories of my once-happy relationship. When I got to the house, it was surprisingly quiet, and I was deeply hoping that there would be no one in the living room, or even anyone in sight, because I didn't want to be seen by anyone. I wasn't sure if Ethan had told Raymond and Jasmine that I had left yesterday, but they were the last person i wanted to see right now.