Bryson's POV
The next morning, I decide I want to return to campus. I can't handle another day in this mansion, pretending everything is normal while Mom gushes over Julian and I try not to punch something every time she mentions his name.
I find Mom in the kitchen, sipping coffee and reading something on her tablet. She looks up when I walk in, that bright smile already spreading across her face.
"Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?"
"Fine." I pour myself a cup of coffee and lean against the counter. "Actually, I think I should head back to campus today."
Her smile falters. "Already? But we just got you settled in, come on, a few more days won't hurt."
"I know, but hockey practice starts getting more intense this week. I should be closer to the rink, get back
