Alyssa was sitting on the couch, feeling emotionally drained from her conversation with Liam earlier that day. She was still mulling over the details of their discussion when she heard a pounding at her front door. She groaned inwardly, guessing it to be Tiffany.
Sure enough, when she opened the door, there she was, all fire and brimstone. "How could you keep this from me?" she shouted, pushing past Alyssa into her apartment.
Alyssa couldn't help feeling a little annoyed at her friend's dramatics, but also understood where she was coming from. "I'm sorry, Tiff," she said, closing the door behind her. "I just didn't know how to tell you."
"Well, you could have started by telling me you have a son!" Tiffany exclaimed, throwing her hands up in exasperation.