ASH’S POV
My morning began with a sound coming from the door and I could immediately tell it was my mum returning home.
After dropping Cleo off the previous night, I’d gotten home late and surprisingly, my mum wasn’t home. Quickly concluding work or something similar had kept her out, I went straight to my room, expecting her to return the following morning.
And just as I expected, she had finally returned.
Pulling a shirt over my bare chest, I headed downstairs. My throat felt dry and I not only needed water but also needed to let my mum know I was back home.
“Ash?” She voiced out as I walked into the kitchen, spotting her by the dining. She looked shocked to see me, her eyes widening, her voice softening. “Are you back home now?”
“Well yeah,” I replied her, grabbing a glass to fill
