![]() I jump up from the love seat and race over to the mantle, quickly righting everything she messed up, making sure all the items are facing east. With a smile, Ariel tips over the picture frame, and I can’t take it anymore. ![]() I can look around my nice and neat and tidy and perfect home and forget all of the chaos that surrounds it. If everything is where it’s supposed to be, nice and neat and tidy and perfect, I can pretend my life hasn’t become one big, horrifying mess. “Say gang bang!” she orders, moving down the mantle, her hand now hovering over another picture frame.Įverything inside of me is screaming to get up and fix what she’s messed up, needing the order restored almost as much as I need air to breathe. With a flick of her wrist, Ariel knocks over the statue. ![]() “Don’t you dare,” I whisper, clasping my hands together tightly in my lap as Isabelle looks back and forth between us from her spot on the floor in the middle of the room, like she’s watching a tennis match. “Say something offensive,” she states again, her hand slowly moving to a small, metal statue of the Eiffel Tower that Brian and I got on our honeymoon. ![]() “What are you doing?” I ask, trying my best to keep the annoyance out of my voice and remain calm. After a minute of silence, I quietly watch her get up from the loveseat and stalk over to the fireplace mantle, reach up and knock over a picture frame, her eyes never leaving mine. I bite my tongue as Ariel stares me down. ![]()
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