Theodore
“Where the hell have you been all this time? Why didn’t you take any calls?” my mother’s voice blares out of the phone, forcing me to hold it away from my ear to save my ability to hear.
Leaning back on the couch, I close my eyes, pressing my fingers to the bridge of my nose. “I was working, Mom.”
She tsks disparagingly, making my blood boil. “As if… You know that Fredrik finds the time to call me every day and his beautiful fiancée brings me flowers every week. Aren’t they lovely?”
“Precious, Mom. And here I was, thinking they would be too busy with the planning of their wedding in Italy.” I sigh frustrated, while she gasps.
“If you would take life a little bit more seriously just as your brother does, you would do a lot better.”
I roll my eyes, swallowing a sarcastic
