Chapter Sixteen
Weston
When my mother’s face appears on my phone screen, I cringe, not in the mood for another conversation filled with her guilt trips and constant remarks about my love life.
I sent Viola off to her first appointment, then decided to take the day off from running back and forth from the shelter, planning to enjoy some time alone at the hotel after spending much of last night searching for her. Do I get to do that? Thanks to my mother, no.
Swearing she senses from across the country whenever I manage to get some down time, I sigh and answer the phone in a neutral tone, determined not to let her get to me today. “Hello?”
“Weston. How are you?”
Her chipper tone doesn’t fool me. “Something wrong, Mom? If not, I’m afraid I’ll need to let you go as I have a lot going on t
