“What is this I’m seeing, Kyle?” My mother’s voice rang through the room, sharp and accusing. She stood in the doorway of the walk-in closet, her piercing gaze pinning me in place.
I clenched my jaw.
It had been three weeks since my life took a drastic turn, and in all that time, my mother hadn't missed a single day of visiting my house. I wasn’t particularly bothered by it because most days, I wasn’t even home when she arrived. She would leave before I returned, and luckily for me, Lilian had never complained. She was calm, knew her boundaries, and most importantly, never mentioned my sleeping arrangements to my mother.
From the first night, I had made it clear that I was only here for the child. Nothing more and she had to my surprise, understood.
Since then, I’d slept in the guest r
