WESTON

“That young lady has her entire life ahead of her.”

My mother’s voice draws my attention as I walk back toward my room, instantly causing the smile on my face to disappear. She’s sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, sipping a glass of wine.

“I’m not sure what you’re insinuating, Mother, but I’m well aware of that.”

“You know what I’m insinuating. I see the way you look at her, the same way your father used to look at anything with ...