[CAYDEN]
"Can you tell me about mom?"
That one sentence always makes Cynthia spit her drink and look at me like I've told her I eat babies for dinner and sacrifice virgins for Satan. Then she'll laugh awkwardly in an attempt to wave it off and say things like 'why would you ask that?' or 'that doesn't matter, right?'. Then of course, before I could say anything, she has changed the subject completely.
I took a long and slow drag of the cigarette, feeling the warm air in my lungs as it tightens. I held them in and slowly allow the smoke to leave my body through both my mouth and nose. Bourbon would be nice to have right now, honestly.
Eric sat beside me and twitches his nose when the wind blew the smoke in his direction. He coughed and got up, placing his hands on his pocket. "You know
