*Ryan*

“How dare she do that, right in front of me!” my mother bellows, her veins protruding from her forehead and begging to pop.

I stifle a laugh as I fix my gaze on her. “I do not see what she did wrong mother. What are you getting so riled up about?”

My mother looks like I have just thrown rocks at her. The disbelief etched on her face is palpable and it makes me want to chuckle even more. “I knew this woman had a hold on you, but I never knew how strong it ...