JAMES POV
“Are you stupid?” my mom asked, panicking as she paced her living room. I shouldn’t have told her about my plan, but I had to.
“James, just let the box go, please,” my mother pleaded. “You are going to get yourself killed.”
“I’m not that easy to kill, Mom,” I said calmly.
“I can’t lose you too,” she said in a low voice.
Her voice cracked as she spoke, and for the first time in a very long while, I hadn’t seen her like this. It wasn’t anger or disappointment it was fear. And it hit me harder than I expected.
“Mom,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry.”
“That’s the thing, James I am worried. And you don’t know what you’re doing,” she snapped. “You’re not thinking about what you’re getting yourself into. I know it’s hard, but just let
