13 - She Needs Your Help

13 - She Needs Your Help

Cillian

“So, whose party was it?” I asked, changing the gear and taking a turn while Caleb kept looking out of the window. I could smell the weed and beer on him. His eyes were bloodshot, hair ruffled, and he was still wearing the suit he had worn that morning.

“Don’t know.” He shrugged, not sparing me a glance. “I just went there to get high.”

My jaw clenched. “And where’s your car?”

“At E—” He stopped whatever he was saying and straightened up. “It’s safe. I’ll pick it up tomorrow.”

God, how fucking hard is it to have a conversation with my own son?

“Where were you?” he asked, flickering his eyes at me for a moment. “You shaved and dressed up. Date?”

“No,” I scoffed, tugging at the collar of my shirt. “I was at a club. I’m too old to date someone.” Definitely too old for someone like Emma. I thought bitterly.

He stayed quiet for a moment, staring at his lap before whispering, “Mom would’ve liked you to be happy.”

My hand loosened on the steering