LANDON’S POV
I step through the front door, already exhausted from the day, only to be met with the sound of excited chatter drifting from the kitchen.
My parents.
As soon as I round the corner, my mother’s face lights up. Hereyes gleam with an emotion I don’t quite recognize at first. My father, usually the more reserved one, grins at me over the rim of his tea cup.
“Oh, my sweet boy!” my mother exclaims, rushing forward to wrap me in a tight hug. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”
I stiffen. “Tell you what?”
She pulls back and lands a playful slap on my shoulder. “Oh, don’t play dumb, Landon. We heard the news!”
“The news?” I repeat slowly, glancing between them.
Then it clicks. Small town. Gossip spreads like wildfire.
“About you and Clarissa, of course!” My dad chuckles, setti
