In the past four years, James had barely spent a few nights in this house. He took all his important stuff with him when he left, so the room always felt kind of empty. Donald still had the staff clean it every week, kept the linens fresh—exactly like before.
Donald shut the door behind him and sat next to James with a deep sigh. "James, I’ve watched you grow up. At my age, I guess that gives me the right to speak my mind as someone older."
"Ever since you moved out, your mom’s missed you every single day. Her health’s not what it used to be. I can tell you—everything she does, even the stuff you can’t stand, is out of care for you. I’m not saying she's perfect, but today’s her birthday. Could’ve skipped the fight, y’know? You're barely home as it is. Now that you are, and still fi
