Because Marcus had been unusually quiet for weeks, his mother, Nora, finally decided to check on him. She’d tried calling, texting — no real reply. So she roped her husband, Richard, into driving over to their son’s place.
On the way, Nora was already scolding. “You see him every day at work and still don’t ask how he’s doing? You don’t even know if he and Allison sorted things out! He hasn’t answered a single one of my messages. I swear, you men—”
Richard sighed and set his tablet aside. “We talk about work at the office, Nora. That’s what we’re there for.”
She shot him a look. “And lunch? You couldn’t have lunch with your own son? Just to check if he’s… I don’t know, okay?”
Richard raised a brow, unfazed. “He’s been busy expanding the European market. I heard he even locks himself in
