Phil’s POV
When I woke up, it was to a gentle shake.
Blinking, I rolled over, half expecting Theo to be lying next to me when I found mom seated at the edge of my bed. Oh s**t, mom. Sitting upright, glancing about nervously, I wondered where Theo was.
He’d slept over right?
Maybe his alarm had gone off in time.
Had he snuck out before she came into the room?
But mom’s expression. Her gaze sharp, lips pursed—and tears.
I could see the tears building in her eyes.
“Mi amor, why do you let him do this to you?” she whispered, wiping at her eyes.
What? My lips parted, confusion tugging at me. “Mami, I—”
“Bruises,” she said, ripping at my sheets. I was in boxers but my torso was bare. She could see—oh my God. I kept my back to the wall, st
