Annoyed and slightly frustrated, Malia rummages around her studio apartment in search of her car keys. "Mum, I'm not getting into this. I highly doubt he's cheating on you!" She grumbles back at the wailing woman currently situated on her sofa, which has doubled as a temporary bed for the past few days. Sofia slams her fists down on the cushions and throws her head back, her eyes trailing behind her daughter as she shifts from place to place. "I'm not going back!" Sofia refuses to go back to the man that decided to cheat on her. Her children don't believe her, hell she doesn't believe herself... but why was her man out late, why did he always hide his phone. Malia rolls her eyes