Savannah slammed shut the door of the living room, startling her daughter Serena. Amadeo eyed her but walked over to settle down on the one-man sofa.
"Mom…?" Serena moved closer to her. "Are you alright?"
"Am I alright?" Savannah laughed. "Are you really asking me that?"
She twisted her gaze over to Amadeo, barking, "I told you that girl was going to mess up. I warned you, Amadeo!"
Amadeo didn't respond to her words. He rather held a thoughtful, cold look on his face, legs crossed with head thrown back.
"Mom, you should calm down. I'm sure Dad is troubled by this too. I mean—"
"Shut up, girl. You know nothing!" Savannah snapped, picking up the remote to turn the TV on.
