ANTHONY'S POV
I didn't plan to drive to her house. I told myself I'd calm down first. Maybe wait until tomorrow. But my hands had a mind of their own, and before I knew it, I was pulling into the long driveway of my mother's estate.
The gates opened like always—automatically, obediently.
But I wasn't coming in as her obedient son today.
The housekeeper opened the door, startled at my unannounced arrival. I walked past her without a word.
"Ma'am is in the lounge," she called after me.
Of course she was.
I found her exactly where I expected—perched like royalty on her ivory couch, a glass of wine in one hand, her phone in the other. She looked up and blinked when she saw me.
"Well," she said, setting her wine aside. "That was fast."
I shut the door behind me. "We
