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A spilt milk

** Three days later **

Rodney sat into the house awaiting his guests who were on their way , he had sent them a text five minutes ago . He neither smiled nor frowned , his face was expressionless .

Sloan interrupted his cool moments when she stepped into the living room with a glass of vodka. Her eye bags were full and dark , a perfect result of sleepless night from her son's demand rather order .

She took her sit on the couch sipping the vodka hastily like it hurt her throat . Rodney avoided her gaze despite how she tried to meet his .

“ Rodney you need to hear me out ” Sloan spoke breaking the silence which ensued between them .

“ There is nothing to hear from you Mom ” Rodney answered ignoring her gaze

“ I can not tell the McMullen's , you are their son ” Sloan rasped dropping the glass on the side stool .

“ Why would it be so hard for you to tell the truth when you do not even tend to Milano’s grave ? ” Rodney inquired staring at quizzically

“ Listen to me Rod, I can not tell
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