GERALD

She didn't even wait. Rosaline and I exchanged eye contact at this sudden development. She wasn't supposed to leave this way, and if she was, not to sound controlling, but where to?

It was almost eight p.m., not to mention, it took no less than two hours to get to her business place. Nothing seemed to be adding up.

As I watched my mother hastily gather her things and make a beeline for the door, that disdainful mix of emotions swirled within me. Confusion, frustration, and a tinge of hurt danced across my mind as I struggled to understand her sudden departure- at a dinner that she planned. And...