#Chapter388
/"She’s my mother and the only one I have. I owe her a face-to-face when telling her about us. I can’t blame her for how I turned out. That was on me./" He avoids my eye and carries on smoothing his shirt and trousers out, checking them for lint before checking himself in the mirror. Not that I can tell if he’s happy with his reflection as he shows nothing. Closing down and turning cool in readiness but I’m not upset by it. I know it’s for her and he’s obviously displaying his own nerves in a low-key fashion.
/"Oh yes, you can!/" I retort sharply, frustrated that he still defends the bitch even after everything he told me about her.
