I heard movement inside, followed by the handle turning. Mom was a snotty mess. She'd clearly been crying.

"Here you go. Hurry up and pee. I'm taking us both back to the hotel when you're out. Because you're right. We do need to talk. But in private."

"Yeah, sure." I said. Closing the door, I cleaned myself up and finished my business. Once done, Mom and I headed downstairs and outside to her car. We were silent as she started it up and pulled onto the road. Eventually, I couldn't stand it anymore.

"So, are we gonna talk? Or just sit here awkwardly the whole drive?"

"I'm sorry, Aaron. I'm...