~Daniel~
I stormed into Mom's house after that clusterfuck at the restaurant, still tasting the bitter afterburn of Sky's handshake like it was a slap instead, and Jax's dumbass laughter ringing in my ears like he thought the whole thing was a sitcom episode we could just rewind.
Mom was in the living room, perched on her floral couch, her oxygen tank humming softly next to her like a judgmental sidekick, and she looked up from her knitting, yeah, she knits when she's pissed, like stabbing yarn is therapy and her eyes narrowed right away, "Daniel, don't even start with excuses, I talked to my friend and she said Jax showed up early and met the omega, what the hell kind of circus are you running?"
