Ash was staring at his mother on the screen, and then he looked at himself in the corner. He didn’t need his mother to know he had been crying over a man. No. over a dream. It was embarrassing, to say the least.
He scowled at her; her brown hair was tied back with a few loose stars framing her face, and she had light makeup on, the eyeliner enhancing her almond eyes and the pale blue eyeshadow standing out against her brown eyes. “You’ve ignored me for weeks, and I don’t like it.”
She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know, my love. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to say.”
“Maybe start with the fact that you help an organised crime group despite working as an attorney?”
She winced, looking around. “Okay, okay. Not so loud. I didn’t know how to tell you about it all.”
Ash frown
