Monday morning and the problems start to pile up for Alessio. His mother is waiting for him, leaning on his bike of all things. She never wanted to touch the bike and she is only partially tolerating it in the garage. And this is her second ambush in a short time. What the hell is wrong this time? And why does she have to get him before his morning coffee fix?
“Where have you been all weekend?” She narrows her eyes at him.
“Since when do you care?” He shoots back. He really doesn't have the time to deal with her. Nor does he want to.
“Don’t be like that. You’re gonna cost your father a place on the elders council.” She accuses him straight out.
“What does that have to do with me? It’s his position, he wanted it.” Alessio shrugs. “That’s all his problem, not mine.”
“Alessio? Where were
