James had sat in his room the rest of the morning. He scrolled on his phone, trying to keep himself busy, but all he kept thinking about was his mom. It wasn't her fault she had massive t**s or that all the guys in town wanted to f**k her. Setting his phone down, he knew he should go apologize to her.
She wasn't in the living room, so he figured she was in her bedroom. "Hey, Mom," James said, knocking on the door. "Can we talk?"
The door opened, and his mother was standing there in her now-clean shirt and yoga pants that she had on the plane. "What do you want to talk about?" Jessie asked. Her voice was stern.
"I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I know it's not your fault. That was just years of pent-up frustration from all my friends saying those things about you." As James talked, h
