Brooklyn’s lips quivered as she approached her mother’s room, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Mom?”

Sophia’s eyes flashed with anger, her lips pouting as she turned to her daughter standing at the entrance of her room, clad in nothing but her bikini.

Brooklyn felt suffocated, and the first thing her eyes caught sight of was the phone in her mother’s hands. She gasped.

“What is this?” Sophia’s voice inquired, her tone firm yet heavy, “I received this a while ago.” She ...