We ripped apart from each other as mum's footsteps drew closer.

“Oh hi there, you two,” Mum said, stopping at the living room door. 

She stood in a pair of flip-flops and a robe, with a towel around her neck, hair damp from her shower.

“Hi mum.” I replied, waving awkwardly.

“Hey, baby,” Mum greeted warmly.

“Hi Denise.” Henry said, walking towards her. “When did you get back?” 

“A few hours ago… I heard shouting from my room. What's going on?” she asked, glancing from Henry to me worriedly.

“We… had a simple misunderstanding.” Henry replied.

“Simple, I'm sure the whole neighborhood heard your shouting.” She scoffed lightly, plopping on...