~Devin's POV~
"How was work sweetie?" My mother asks as she flips through the channels on her TV.
"Good, Harry stopped by. But he left because his obnoxious friend was drunk already." I roll my eyes at the man who is not in the room yet still manages to upset me.
"Oh," she shortly replies, still debating on whether she wants to watch a movie on Lifetime or tune into the cooking channel. The shortness of her reply scares me and I want to find out the reason behind it.
"What's wrong?" I ask her, shifting in my seat, tucking my knees under my chin.
"Nothing, just tired." I know she lying.
"Really mom, what's wrong?" I ask again.
"Will you leave it Devin, I'm exhausted is all. They have me working out and staying healthy so I don't relapse," she snaps.
"Okay...well I'll just visit you
