Deciding that I'd rather go down than have her come up, Trent and I went downstairs.
She was in the living room... with my father?!?! What the @#%#@#
"Honey, I though you were sleeping... who's this?" She asked, completely shocked when she saw Trent.
When she rose her hand to gesture towards Trent, something reflected the light off her finger.
"Mom, what's on your hand?" I asked, completely thrown off guard.
"Don't answer my question with a question. What is a boy doing in your room while I'm not home?"
"Hi, Mrs. Herman. I'm Trent Logan." Trent held his hand out to my mom, but she was too angry to look away from me.
"Hi, Trent. I'm Leigh's dad. Nice to meet you." My father said, stepping forward and shaking Trent's hand. "Sorry about all of this... at least you know where the
