ZANDER
“Alex, what happened?” Ma asks as she enters the room. Instinctively, I take a step back. If this was my room, she would’ve hovered by the door and waited for me to signal it was okay to come in.
She grasps my wrist and tugs for us to sit on the edge of the bed. “We just fought. That’s all. Please don’t worry too much.”
She sighs. She looks into my eyes like she’s trying to figure something out, but can’t. “Whatever it is, make up with him before you guys go back. Please? Do it for me.”
It’s almost painful how understanding she is. For the past five years that I’ve known her, I couldn’t find any flaw. Sometimes I feel like it’s the reason I couldn’t open up to her completely. I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop, always waiting for her to let go of my hand. But she stil
