Matthew's POV
Beside me, my mother settled on the bed, her presence at this moment seemed like a comforting anchor amidst the swirling emotions. The room held a somber ambiance, the walls witnessing a disclosure that altered the atmosphere. It was a revelation that echoed through the hushed spaces between us.
"Her father called me," my mother continued, her gaze fixed on some distant point as if searching for solace in the unseen. "Meredith left home, and I came to see if she was with you. That's why I came." Each word seemed to carry the weight of concern as if the fragile fabric of our world had unraveled a bit more.
The air itself felt charged with the unspoken, narrative of pain and heartache. My mother's eyes held a sorrowful depth. "She couldn't stand it," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "So she left the apartment before her father could come pick her up."
