I experienced a flaw in my plan the following day. My mother was home and I completely forgot that she had the day off. I walked downstairs at 11:45 to find her in the kitchen, drinking coffee with her purse on the island. By her appearance, I could tell she was getting ready to go somewhere.
"Hey mom," I greeted her, sitting down and tapping anxiously. According to Sam's GPS, he's scheduled to arrive in ten short minutes.
"Hey, hun," she responded as she scrolled on her phone.
"Where are you going?" I asked, watching as she sipped her warm drink.
"To the grocery store- I've got to pick up some candy for tonight," she responded. She gets candy so late because if she lets it sit in the house for more than a few hours, it's all gone thanks to Dylan.
"Do you think you can grab some chips
