Liana POV
I am in a miserable mood as I walk from the bus stop to my parents’ trailer. This week was much too long. The only highlight of my day was at night when Axel phoned.
The trailer looks exactly as I remember it.
We might be poor, and you can say about my mother what you will, but tidiness and cleanliness are top on her priority list.
Dad put up a white picket fence in the front and Mom planted a variety of flowers. The small patch of grass is neatly trimmed.
I put the groceries down, but Leon opens the door before I can knock.
“Ah,” he sneers. “The prodigal daughter has returned.”
“You can also return,” I say as I walk past him. “But you’ll have to leave first.”
The small open area room - that serves as both a dining- and living room – is also clean and tidy. Except for t
