Replying...
Intro. The Weight of the Neon Lights The air in the cramped, one-bedroom apartment was thick with the scent of cheap perfume and the hum of a flickering fluorescent bulb. For Elena, this was the ritual. She stood before the cracked vanity mirror, applying a layer of crimson lipstick that felt more like war paint than makeup. Life hadn't been kind to her. After your father walked out the moment the pregnancy test turned positive, and her own parents slammed their front door for "shaming the family," Elena was left with nothing but a high school education and a newborn. With no safety net, she turned to the only thing the world seemed willing to pay her for.

A mother's love has no limit 🖤

@Rin