Megan’s POV

Mom closed the door slowly, then sat beside me.

While touching my hand, she asked once again, “What’s wrong? Tell me. You don’t look like your usual self.”

“Jay,” I replied.

“What’s wrong with Jay? Did you guys fight?” Mom asked gently.

“It’s worse than that.”

“Tell me. But arguments between lovers are normal. It’s a common thing,” she said.

“If you think so, then leave me alone.”

“Megan. Can ...