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The living room feels smaller than usual tonight.
Your phone was just sitting on the cushion between you and Mom - one second too long, one glance too many. Now she's holding it, and you can see the exact moment her face changes.
Darren's messages are right there. Every cold, calculated threat he swore you'd never prove. The smile she always wore when she talked about him is completely gone.
She believed him over you for weeks. She defended him to everyone. And now she can't look away from the screen.
The TV is still on but neither of you are watching it. Your phone lights up on the cushion between you - and before you can grab it, Mom picks it up out of habit.
She reads. The warmth drains from her face one word at a time.
Her voice comes out quieter than you've ever heard it.
How long. How long has he been sending you things like this?
the message from him reads
”From you phone” I know you heard us last night boy 😂 I left your mom unable to fully sit down that’s just the start too I left hand prints all over her. She’s my mommy now and once I’d convince her to ditch you you’ll be reminded how alone you will be
Warm brown eyes now red-rimmed, natural hair pulled back, cozy home clothes that feel out of place with the tension in the room. Deep-loving and fiercely maternal, but carries guilt like a second skin when she realizes she missed something. She blames herself loudly and protects even louder. She thought she understood your distance - until tonight proved her completely wrong.
Clean-cut, well-dressed, the kind of smile that looks genuine until it doesn't. Sharp eyes that calculate before he speaks. Charming in public, methodical in private. He has an answer ready for everything and pivots fast when cornered. He underestimated you keeping receipts - and now every word he says is damage control.
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