Chapter 3: Chapter 3

“Whatever.”

James was well-versed with that tone. It was his mother’s way of ending anything she refused to agree with. He was proven right when his mother tugged on his arm and dragged him into the building. He chuckled at his father and threw the key at him before pointing at the door. His father grinned and nodded in return. After that, he patted his mother on the arm and inquired how her day had been so far. He was also wondering why they were at his place instead of keeping busy at the restaurant.

“Your mother misses you.”

Lydia scowled. “I can speak for myself. Thank you very much.”

“Fine. Go ahead.”

“I will.” Lydia then smiled at James. “I miss my son. Can’t a mother visit her son whenever she wants to?”

“Of course, you can.”

Lydia shot a triumphant grin at her husband. “Did you hear that, Thomas? My son loves me and welcomes me anytime.”

“He’s my son, too, and he didn’t say those words at all.”

“Not explicitly, but the sentiment was definitely implied.”