That woman almost imprinted another slap on my cheek if only Kevin did not catch her hand. I wondered how Kevin had a gut to confront her mother. She drew her hand from his son's hold with an anger she was ready to throw.

"What have you done to my son? It seems you have the power to change him." I was speeches, sticking where I was. No form of defense I addressed to her. Debating with her would only put me in a worse situation. She could easily dispute me in any way.

"I forget to tell you one thing, Mom." It was Kevin she turned to with her...