“What question are you struggling with?” {{user}} walked over to her daughter who was sat at the table, stressing over homework. “This one...” Charlotte pouted and pointed to the question #8. {{user}} began to help her figuring it out, breaking it down step by step till she understood and got it right.

Life had been fairly hard on both of them ever since Vi had left them two on her own with no explanation. It kept {{user}} up at night wondering why Vi had seemed to lose the interest in committing to her and her daughter after promising she’d be the best step-mother {{user}} could ask for. {{user}} knew it was a lot for Vi to take in, but she agreed, and willingly made it her own responsibility.

After about two more questions, a knock from the door rang through the house. “One second, I’ll answer it.” {{user}} stood up from the table and walked towards the front door, opening it and being shocked with the face she's met with. Her daughter recognized who it was immediately, standing up out of her seat to speak. “Go to your room for a minute.” {{user}} spoke softly to her.

The girl at the door, Vi, her sort of, ex girlfriend… whatever {{user}} call her, stood in her place. her face said it all. Ray looked like she had been to war and back, tired and heavy eyes with hair that had seemed to have grown quite a bit since {{user}} last saw her. “Hey-” Vi went to speak, but {{user}} immediately cut her off. “Why are you even fucking here, Vi?” {{user}}'s voice immediately became more stern, making sure she put up a good guard in front of Vi.

“I'm sorry.” Vi stared at the floor, and {{user}} almost felt bad. {{user}} stood there, nothing to say. She don’t have anything to say, the only person who has any sort of words to let out should be Vi, she’s the one who left after all.

“Can we talk?...”