Apollo's POV
I went home that day drunk. The dinner with Clarence ended up in a resto bar. It's the perfect place to forget my annoyance with my mom.
The light in our balcony is a sign that she is awake and I am right. I thought she's still asleep during these wee hours of the next morning but I found her waiting for me at the balcony, covered with a blanket to ease the morning breeze.
She looked so serene. "Mom," I said hoarsely as I stood in front of her. But I stepped back when I realized I was drunk and that it was the thing that scared her the most.
I wobbled when I accidentally hit the chair with the back of my knees but I regained my stance and sat on it. I have no intention of waking her up but she moved from the little noises I made.
"Son?" her brows met, still adjusting with
