Chapter 84

Joan’s POV

The next morning...

I felt sore inside; I barely ate the previous day, so my belly told me. The room was hazy, and the thought of everything that had happened these previous days weighed me down and filled me with sadness, but I just chose to be okay with it; otherwise, I would be punishing myself with all these bodily demands.

I could perceive the scent of warm food this early, and it messed with me, but I wasn’t going to starve because I didn’t want them to see me at my lowest, so I stood from the bed, dressed myself up, took my bath, and then walked out of my room.

As always, they had that picture-perfect family look; literally, the view needed to see them as happy.

Lisa was holding Fred's hands as he chopped something on the board while West was on the table playing, and then Joan stared at them in disdain. My sanity was placed at the expense of whatever joy they thought they would have with me out of the picture.

I stood at the far end of the living room, taking glance