Max
“You look terrible, aren't you supposed to be at work?.”
My mum fired at me as soon as I entered her office. I plonked myself on her couch, my arm over my eyes. “I feel terrible, my world as i know it has vanished.”
I heard the chair screech against the floor, then the couch sank under my mum's weight. She removed my arm from my face, “ you are scaring me, what happened?.”
I sighed and peered at her through my lashes, a headache hammered my skull mercilessly.
“Your beloved daughter in law hurt me so badly l doubt i will recover.”
My mum slapped my thigh, “ Maxwell Ratliff, speak up. My blood pressure is rising, why are you doing this?.”
I sat up and took her hand in mine, “ sorry mum. It's hard for me to talk about it, let me show you instead.”
I fished in my sweater pockets
