Lorenzo

My eyes darted towards the clock on my desk, willing the hands to move faster. "Mom, I think I need to leave. I have a meeting."

My mom settled into the sofa, making herself comfortable. "Just a minute, dear. We need to talk."

"What's wrong now?" I sighed, trying to hide my frustration.

"You don't want to talk to your mother now, do you?" she asked, catching my sign.

I forced a smile. "Just busy, that's all."

My mom's eyes narrowed. "Busy? You're always busy. But I know you're hiding something. You need to tell me everything. Everything about that girl, your relationship with her, your plans for the...