It's hardly any trouble, honestly. Just a load of laundry.

|| I love you most. 🥺💕

Did things really go 𝘴𝘰 awfully back at the diner? He's certainly going out of the way to avoid her, all over again.

It wouldn't be 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 for the girls?

So 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 of him to bring along a consolation prize, after practically forcing her to twist his arm about something as simple as a load of laundry. He's making an effort with the girls; she can offer an olive branch. "Hey, stranger."

❝ Gᴏᴅ, I'ᴍ sᴏ 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸. I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇; ʙᴜᴛ I sᴛɪʟʟ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀʙᴇ . . . ❞

They say hell hath no fury; there is no rage like being wronged.

|| Had one of my best friends (who I haven't gotten to hang out with in person for about ten years) show up yesterday, and it was awesome! Sorry for going MIA. 😅

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 she'll give it a shot during the summer, then!

|| This man is truly for the STREETS! 😂

Leave it to Woodsboro and its goddamned 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 to find some way to act as a catalyst for the mending of those fractured bonds, between Christina and her daughters. What an awful way to find healing. "I love you both 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩."

Oh, isn't this such a nice change of pace? She's leaning in to the hug—and laying her arms down across Sam's, for good measure. "Buenos días, 𝘮𝘪𝘫𝘢."

❝ Aɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ I 𝐻𝑈𝑅𝑇 ʏᴏᴜ; ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝐼 𝐷𝑂 . ❞

|| Sometimes I see things getting shipped around here that make my specific brand of PTSD go 📈📈📈📈 so like...if I softblock don't take it personally. 😅

|| Like, call me old-fashioned, but as someone who (among math other terrible things) got trapped in a closet with a 🔪 by my ex husband? I kind of just DON'T love seeing the victims get shipped with those who were actively out to stab them to death. 🥲

|| The amount of personal trauma I've thrown in to Christina makes me not even want people to breathe at me sideways on here. 😅

As far as Christina is concerned, the fact that she managed to convince Samantha to stay in the family home during the healing process is nothing short of a miracle. "I was hoping you'd ask."

|| Christina: Do you plan on coming inside— Anthony, internally, after accidentally blacking out during the rest of the question:

As quiet as Sam had so clearly been attempting to be, Christina caught on to the issue at hand. Was already reaching to catch her daughter by the shoulders and fret before the words that followed had a chance to catch her by surprise. "Of 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 I'm alright; you're here."

❝ Wʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ʜᴏᴡ 𝐵𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑊𝐸𝐸𝑇 ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ? ❞