Ashley.
I was finally back at home.
“I'm back.”
No one answered. Maybe they were not home. I headed towards my room… and stopped when I heard it.
I turned back. My stepson was on the large couch crying like his heart had been ripped out. I ran to him, throwing my bag on the floor.
“Son, why are you crying?” I sat beside him on the couch
“Mom,” he choked.
“What happened, darling?” I stroked his hair. “Calm down and tell me what happened.”
He wiped his face with the back of his hands.
“Mom… there was a transfer student…We have been dating for months… So yesterday.” He paused, his voice breaking down. “She … she broke up with me… because I was still a virgin… she said she only deals with experienced men… not unripe fruit.”
Anger flared hot in my chest. “How dare she reject you for
