Casey POV
I was done setting up the house. I took a picture and sent it to Mom to ease her worry and concern. She always has that around her. She called immediately to complain about the color of the paint in my room. The pickle green paint according to her was a doll.
"And that is how I like it, Mom."
"I want to see your face. If you've been feeding well, have you been taking care of yourself? Let me see."
"Mom." She stopped rambling. "No video calls, remember?" We basically reached an agreement. How had she forgotten already? "You guys do not get to encroach on my privacy and to that note, I got to go."
"Won't you say 'hi' to your father?"
I hesitated a minute. He was keeping his distance now, wasn't he? I sighed. "Bet he doesn't want to speak with me at the moment." I said, "By
