Enzo
"No, Mum, there's no way I'm buying into such," I snapped angrily. My arms slammed against the railing as I stepped toward the window, my legs digging deep into my shoes.
"Son, I'm sorry, but that's the truth," Mum pleaded, moving closer, but I moved away towards the door.
"Son," she called out, but I slammed the door behind me, rushing over to the car and driving out.
My mind was in turmoil as those words echoed in my head; so raw, so pulsating, that my hands tightened on the steering wheel.
I couldn't believe Mum was saying those words, the way her lips mumbled when she spoke, the grief in her eyes as she looked at me. It was a moment when I had to imagine it was all a nightmare, a crazy one at that.
I slammed my arms down in frustration as my mind dug deeper into that sea of confusion. This isn't happening.
