Edmund lay on his back, glaring at his roof like it was the cause of all his problems. He never believed that a time would come when he would hate his life so much. Why couldn't his life go smoothly like other people's lives?
One moment he was smiling and happy with Susan then the next moment he was jumping out of the window, hoping to come back home and relax, but that was too much to ask for because Rose decided it was the best time to make a grand entrance into his life with the false marriage.
As if that wasn't enough, his mother had willingly added herself to his long list of problems by disowning him. Not that he minded being disowned, he had spent most of his life like he had no parents— he never counted them as one, so that one was the most bearable.
His father had tried talking to him—for the first time in forever. He could still remember Martin entering his room where he was about to leave. He replayed the conversation,
