Mannie’s POV
The morning air was still cool when I returned from dropping the kids at school. I carried a small bag of groceries in one hand and my phone in the other, already planning the meals I would cook for the week. It was one of those rare free days when I didn’t have to rush to the office, and I wanted to use every second well.
But the moment I reached my door, my steps halted.
My mother was standing there.
“Mom?” I frowned, shifting the grocery bag higher on my arm. “Why are you standing in front of my door like this?” A small chuckle escaped me. “Also… I think I saw Aunt Remi lurking outside just now. What’s going on?”
My mom didn’t laugh with me. Her brows were drawn tightly together, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her whole posture screamed impatience.
“Have you forgo
