Kaelen POV
"Calm down, Mother."
I walk out of Naomi's room with my phone pressed to my ear. My bare feet are silent on the cold floor. I push open the door to my own room across the hall. The bed is unmade. My black shirt is still on the floor from last night.
"Calm down, you say?" My mother's voice crackles through the phone. Sharp. Angry. "What are you turning into, Kaelen?"
I sit on the edge of the bed. I discard my black shirt. The fabric falls to the floor. My shoulders ache. My head pounds.
"I have everything under control, Mother. Trust me."
"Trust you?" She laughs. It is a bitter sound. "You are expecting another child with a random girl, and I have to find out through the news? Through the gossip channels? Not from my own son?"
I close my eyes. The news. Of course. Someone
