LUCIAN
“Lucian.”
My mother’s voice cut through my thoughts, loud enough to pull me back to the table.
“Yeah,” I muttered, lifting my head.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Are you even listening to me right now?”
“Not really,” I said, a faint smile tugging at my mouth before I could stop it.
She let out an exaggerated sigh, clearly unimpressed. Before she could launch into another lecture, my dad spoke up from the head of the table.
“Give the boy a break, sweetheart,” he said calmly. “You’ve been grilling him nonstop since he walked in.”
I shot him a grateful look.
“But he keeps zoning out on me,” my mom complained, turning back to him with a small pout.
I wish I can defend myself and say it’s all for good reasons, but it’s not. It’s everything I shouldn’t be thinking about during
