Jake was utterly pissed.
He couldn't believe his mother.
He loved her but he couldn't understand her sometimes.
How can she do whatever she likes?
Does she think it's nice to know that your every move is being watched by someone else?
As he got to the garage and was walking to where he parked his car, he heard his name and recognizing the voice, he stopped and turned.
"Dad." He said as he watched his father walk up to him.
"Can we talk for a bit before you storm off?" His father asked with a small smile and Jake shrugged.
"Walk with me." His father said leading him out of the garage.
They took the other way and soon they were inside the garden.
There was a bench there and his father gestured to the bench and Jake understood that he meant for them to sit there.
"You know, ever si
