Alex’s arrival
Alex arrived alone, his demeanor softer but weary. She opened the door, noting the lines of fatigue etched into his face. “Mom,”
he greeted quietly, stepping inside. She studied him, searching for any sign of honesty. “So, what’s the real story, Alex?”
she asked, not wasting any time. He sank onto the couch, exhaling deeply. “It’s a long story, but I think it’s time you knew everything,”
he began, his voice heavy with remorse.