Adrian clicked his phone off when Ari entered the room again, his nerves still biting at him. Although he wanted to call his mother, he wanted to do it privately, alone. Maybe after Ari fell asleep. But it wasn’t something he could do in front of her, at least not yet. He hadn’t spoken to any of them, not his father, not his mother or sister for nearly twelve years. Though with everything that has happened, will happen, for the first time in a long time, he realized he needed them.
Perhaps he needed them a long time ago. Yet, he had always tried to forge through life, figuring out his s**t on his own, doing what he thought he needed to do to live with the hellish phantoms that followed him, were part of him. Perhaps it was Ari that helped him realize…
“So much for not freaking her out,”
