“When are you coming home?”
I had known that it would be a mistake to accept the phone call from my mother, but yet, I had gone ahead and answered it. Without realising it, I had walked right into a trap, I had given her the opportunity to ask me questions like this without really wanting her to. It was too late for me to regret what I had done, because it wasn’t going to help or change anything. What was done, was done, and now I needed to get myself out of this situation, no matter how difficult it ended up being.
“I’m not certain.”
It was the best answer that I could have given, and it was also the most accurate one. I didn’t know when I would be able to return to my pack, but considering her tone of voice, I guessed that I would need to make a plan to do so soon. Who knew what wo
