“When did this happened?” I shouted angrily. “I was only gone for five minutes, and this happens.”
Samantha was rushing to clean up the mess between us, the mop quickly soaking up the liquids on the floor. “I’m sorry, Mom,” she pleaded, her voice panicked. She rung the mop out in the small bucket next to the mess and continued cleaning, “I didn’t have a choice. The guy broke through the window, and I had to stop him.”
There was a giant red trail leaning from back in the living room to here.
I ordered her to get the bleach.
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