~~Luther~~
The car finally stopped.
"Sir, we have arrived," Luke's voice cut through the fog in my head.
I wasn't really asleep, more like… numb. Today had been a shitshow dealing with those two-bit thugs.
Luke hurried to get my wheelchair, helping me settle into it. I hated this chair, but it was my reality now, A show I have to always put on for people.
“Careful, boss,” Luke muttered as he steadied me. I shot him a look but didn’t say anything. He meant well.
As he pushed me towards the front entrance, I heard voices. Familiar ones. Mom and Maya, and a third, softer voice.
Arguing. Always freaking arguing.
"... How are you even still breathing?" Mom's voice dripped with venom. "After Luther found out you weren't the woman he thought he was marrying, he still let you stay? Unbel
