Andrew pov..
Standing by the doorway, I gaze at my mom, who is busy trying to remove the makeup from her face. I stand there, just observing her, as I decide that now is the right time to talk to her.
I walk quietly behind her, waiting for the opportune moment to speak. I feel like this might become an issue, but I am determined to uncover what really happened in the past and where my father is.
As I approach her, she turns around and looks at me with a smile.
"Oh dear, why are you still standing there? Go take your bath and go to sleep, okay?"
I stand there, silent, as I gaze at her. I feel worried and lost, hoping she can sense it too.
"Are you okay, son?" She stands up, walking over to me and placing her hands on my forehead. I smile and gently remove her hands, staring at her.
