Trevor felt a cold bead of sweat roll down his spine.
He stepped further into the room, closing the distance between him and his mother, his mind racing through a dozen different excuses.
He kept trying to guess what exactly the complain was about but each time he tried the more confused he got.
"Where have you been getting all the money you've been spending, Trevor?" Mia asked. Her voice wasn't just serious; it was heavy with authority.
It was the tone she used right before a massive scolding.
"Well... just some minor jobs I've been doing on the side," Trevor said slowly. He forced himself to maintain eye contact, knowing that looking away would be a silent confession.
After all his mom was one to play mind game of he should as much as slip up she would tell he was lieing
Mia's gaze lingered on him for a beat too long—a silent, searching look that felt like she was trying to peel back the layers of his skull to find the truth.
