Chapter 4: Climax
The living room was a disaster area. Mom should have really cleaned up before inviting guests over. Then again, knowing her, she was probably far too busy with her new spiritual retreats and unending Netflix binges to bother with such trivial things as folding socks and putting away plates. No wonder Dad left a few years back. I don't think anyone could have stood that kind of clutter.
As I surveyed the mismatched furniture, the stacks of unopened mail, and the various household tasks left undone, I noticed her—my mom's new boarder. Dee.
She looked a bit out of place in this chaotic scene, but only added to her charm. With long, dark hair that cascaded down her shoulders, a confident posture, and a sundress that hugged her figure just right, she was undeniably beautiful.
"Joss, I presume?" She extended her hand, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Mrs. Mitcham has told me so much about you."
As I took her hand, she pulled me into a tight embrace.