A pause.

A stretchy silence fell between them, eyes on each other. Grayson felt a knot tighten in his chest.

“ My mum?” He scoffed, “ That's not possible.”

“ What makes you think it's not?”

“ No, it's what makes you think it's possible, in fact the question is why?”

He tilted his head with arching brows. “ Why would my mum have something to do with her pretending not to know me?”

“ Grayson..”

“ Mind you, it's my belief cause I can't seem to understand how it's possible for her to truly not remember me. So I believe she's pretending.”

“ You're this confused because there's no...