Stephen
I was at the office, just staring at the text I got from my mother.
M: I’m moving back to New York.
My head hurt the more I looked at this text. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why my mother was moving back. I had made it clear to her that she was to stay at the Hampton’s house.
Amanda walked into my office and cleared her throat.
“What?” I asked her.
“Hmm, your dad is here. Is that why you’re suddenly so grumpy?” she asked.
I looked up from my phone. “My dad? Why is he here?” I asked her.
She scrunched her brow at me. “I thought you would know. Is there something going on?” she asked.
“My mother texted that she was moving back, and now my dad is here. Yeah, my guess is there’s something going on,” I told her.
Amanda nodded her head and turned around to leave. A
