HARPER
"We're here!" Mila squealed, pressing her face to the window as she looked at the tall structure ahead.
I had decided to drive us to a nearby church—just me, Mila, and Jason. Dominic had called earlier to say he'd be returning late. Although I still couldn't understand what exactly was so important that it would keep him out until midnight.
The first time I ever set foot in a church was five years ago, and it wasn't even for worship.
My mother had come to visit my grandmother for her usual quarterly demand. My grandmother refused and told her off. She hated my mother, not as a daughter, but because she was wasteful and barely doing anything meaningful with her life at the time.
Then my mother, in all her brilliance, thought the best form of revenge was to drag me away, parade me through the church my grandmother attended, and lie about how I'd been physically abused.
