Without waiting for her reply, I turned and walked away, her voice echoing after me as I left.
“What the hell happened in there? Your father’s been calling me nonstop,” Alex demanded, his own phone buzzing in his hand. He didn’t even bother answering.
“Just a little misunderstanding,” I replied flatly, offering nothing more as we strode quickly toward the exit.
Outside, the cars were already lined up for my departure, and I knew exactly what was waiting for me when I got home.
My phone had been ringing too—my mother’s name flashing on the screen. Once we were in the car and moving, I finally answered.
“Son, what happened? What did you do?” Her voice was tight with concern.
“Nothing, Mom. Just some delusional people who think they can control my life,” I muttered.
She exhaled sharply
