"Sweetie, listen to me, go back home. I can handle it myself. I don't need you here."
Mom earnestly instructed me.
"Got it, Mom."
I didn't want to worry her, so I nodded.
It was past ten o'clock at night.
Brady sent me a message. [How is your mom's health?]
This was the first message he sent me in half a month since our argument.
I know he was giving me a way out.
He rarely backed down maybe because I was the one who chased him in the first place, and I always went along with him in everything.
But now, I was calm reading his message.
I turned off my phone.
Then I went to sleep.
