Visiting

Lilly.

The house was located near the road, a regular suburban house with a white picket fence and a flower garden in the front.

“What are you staring at?” Kyle asked. “Let’s go in. Mum is waiting.”

I opened the door and stepped out. I was feeling weary, tired of Kyle’s constant abuse with no way out. He had to go as far as making me meet his parents yet he knew that I was not in love with him.

He locked the car and we walked up the pathway leading to the porch. When we got to the door, he opened it and ushered me inside.

“Mum,” he called out.

A woman came from the kitchen, wearing a blue apron. She was a woman of small stature, and had brown skin. Her hair was short and cropped. She looked to be in her forties.

“Lilly, right.” She said with a welcoming smile. I faked one. “Welcome home. Kyle has told me so much about you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, it’s nice to finally meet you and put a face to the name that my son loves so much.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Munther. Kyle has only said