|Tamara|
When I got back inside, I saw Mommy, now silently watching news from the TV, gently caressing sleeping Max on her lap.
I silently slipped the brown envelope between the books on my shelf near the couch before sitting beside her.
“Did you see Geoff home?” She asked, glancing at me. I just nodded.
A realization hit me after a few moments. I faced Mommy.
“Mom? How did Geoff get here? Did he come here with you?” I can’t help but voice out my curiosity.
It’s impossible for Geoff to go here on his own accord. Plus, he doesn’t know I live here.
“Hmm. Well, we just saw each other accidentally. I was at the groceries at the mall when—”
“W-wait, Mom. You went to get groceries? Who were you with?” I cut her off.
Now that Mom mentioned doing groceries,
