The Passenger Seat Scandal
Language: en
After I actively made up with her, I saw a box of ultra-thin 001 condoms in the passenger seat of Sylvia's car. I silently put it away for her, didn't ask, didn't make a scene. Sylvia looked at me with complex eyes and actively explained: "Check again, the whole box is there. We ran out at home." I hummed, leaning against the uncomfortable seat, feigning sleep. Until she parked the car by the road, her tone softening: "Let's buy some supplements. We'll go back to your home for New Year's Eve to see Mom." I couldn't hold back the tears in the end, turning my back to her. My mom…