When Mrs. Mewes saw me her smile faltered. I guess Callan hadn’t told her how bad my face looked.
“Jay-um. How lovely to see you. Um...oh sweetie I’m so sorry.” She embraced me tightly. “Oh I just want to kill that boy.”
“Oh he isn’t even worth it, Mrs. Mewes.” I said in a muffled voice.
“I thank my lucky stars every day that I raised a good boy like Callan. I can’t imagine finding out he did something as despicable as this. Are you okay?”
“I’m...getting there. It’s been a lot to process today, but I’m getting through. Mostly because of your son.”
“I’m quite proud of him.” She smiled. “Well, you guys go and watch a movie. I’ll get dinner started in awhile.”
“Thanks.” Callan and I entered his bedroom.
“I figured we’d watch a comedy, since we could use the laughs. Let’s do Napoleon
