Jay turns his face and gaze out the window. "I don’t have a Mom.” He says, in a distant tone that shows his disinterest in the conversation.
I keep silence and nod my head. There’s a reason behind everything that happens in life, I’m sure Jay has a reason for whatever he does. He wouldn’t keep his Mom in an elderly care home without a reason, right? Maybe she’s going to run away, or perhaps she may have lost her mind or something. He might be doing that out of care.
But what if Dad’s source is not even genuine? Someone might have fed him with the wrong information. If Jay knows the location of his Mother, wouldn’t he want me to meet with her someday?
I feel my hand in a hold, and I look down to see Jay’s hand holding mine, though his face is still gazing out the window. Maybe I shouldn’
