AIDEN'S POV
"Son, can I come in?" My mother asked, peeking through the door of my room.
"Of course," I replied, making space for her on my bed. As she sat down beside me, her hands gently rested on my lap.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, concern evident on her face. "Not great," I muttered.
"But the doctor said you're doing well," my mother commented, her worry deepening. "It's not about the doctor," I responded.
"What about your meeting with Selena?" my mother inquired, bringing back memories of our recent encounter.
Reflecting on it now only makes me feel worse than before.
"Selena and I are no longer together," I finally admitted after a moment of silence.
"What happened? I thought you two had resolved your differences at the hospital," my mother muttered, sh
