Talks

JAYDEN

Walking into the house that evening, I already knew something was up. My mother was seated with Ethan, and they weren't in the middle of an argument. "Evening," I said, making my way straight to the stairs.

"Evening son, I would like to have a word with you," she said.

"Yes? Is there something you need me for?" I asked, standing at the base of the stairs.

"Come now, child, I can't cram my neck to speak to you. Come sit," she said, waving towards one of the couches.

I sighed and walked over; I had things to do. "I am busy, mother; let's keep this short," I said, sitting across from her.

Ethan cast a questioning look my way. I gave him a subtle nod, signalling that I had no idea what was going on. As I settled onto the couch, my mother wasted no time in getting to the point.

"Where did you say you went on Tuesday?" she asked, drawing my attention back to her.

"What?" I frowned, confused at the sudden interrogation session.

"Where were you last Tuesday?" she asked a