Nathan
The moment I stepped into my office, I let out a slow breath, schooling my features into something neutral, controlled. The last thing I needed was to let my irritation with Della seep into my interaction with my mother.
I wanted to be angry at her too, but aside bringing Della here and the trouble she had just caused, my mother did nothing wrong. It wasn't as if I could tell her not to come visit me.
So, as soon as I shut the door behind me, I turned to her, allowing a small, genuine smile to touch my lips as I stepped toward her, wrapping an arm around her in a brief but firm hug. “Mom,” I murmured, my voice softer now, more familiar. “You should’ve told me you were coming.”
That was the only thing about this I didn't like, well… not quite. I could overlook this, what I didn'
