The Decision

As Michael waited for the salesperson and the car technician to prepare the pickup truck for a test drive, he felt the phone buzz in his pocket as he waited. Pulling it out, he saw "Mom" flashing on the screen. He quickly pressed "answer."

"Hey, Mom, what's up?"

"Michael, where have you been? You left without saying anything. You know I worry," Myra's voice came through, a mix of concern and frustration evident.

"Ah, Mom, it's nothing to worry about. I'm just out handling some... personal stuff," Michael hedged, not ready to reveal his current undertaking.

"Personal stuff? Michael, you know I just want to make sure you're safe. It would help if you at least told me where you're going."

"I know, Mom, and I appreciate it. But this is something I need to keep under wraps for now. I promise I'll explain everything once it's all done," Michael reassured her, hoping to ease her worries without giving away his plans.