The next day, Selena stepped out of her house, the early morning air still carrying a faint chill, only to freeze in place when she saw two familiar figures standing right outside her gate. Her parents.
Her mother, Yuna, and her father, Marco.
The moment they noticed her, their eyes lit up, and without hesitation, they hurried toward her, crowding her space as if they had every right to be there.
Selena instinctively clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as a wave of irritation and unease rose within her chest.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice cold, though her pulse thudded loudly in her ears.
The moment those words left her lips, Yuna's face twisted, her brows knitting together as her voice rose sharply, "Is that how you speak to your parents? Have you completely forgotten your manners?"
Selena let out a dry chuckle, the sound laced with bitterness.
