Alisa

“Who are you?” Greg asks. Claudine steps inside the house without waiting for an invitation.
“Who am I?” she asks. “I’m the motherfucking welcoming committee, bitch. That’s who the fuck I am.” She comes and stands inside, holding a cupcake with chocolate frosting. She drops it, the frosted side hitting the hardwood floor. Then she steps on it, mashing it into the floor.”
― Evelyn Sola, Broken