Cameron’s P.O.V

A knock on my door startled me into looking up from my phone and at my mother, who had just poked her head in through my door and was now giving me a sheepish smile.

I frowned. “What is it?”

The only times she smiled like that was when she wanted some kind of ‘technological favor’, with either her smart-phone or any other electrical appliances around the house, especially when my dad wasn’t around. Or…when I got in trouble with my dad.

That thought itself had my ...