Mrs. Marshall said nothing. "You haven't been coming home lately. Why are you back now?"
"I came back to sleep."
He stood up, grabbed a can of beer from the table, and went back to his room.
Mrs. Marshall finally let out a breath. She had been on edge the entire way home.
Back in her room, she closed the door, took out her phone, and composed a text message to Jason Irving.
Only then did she lie down on the bed, finally feeling at ease.
But lying in bed, she couldn't fall asleep no matter how she tried. She had just taken off her clothes, not yet getting to the main event, when her son's call had come through.
She thought he wouldn't be home and that she could just lie her way out of it, but who knew he'd actually be there.
That's why she had rushed home in such a hurry.
Now, lying alone in bed, she couldn't help but feel the pangs of a lonely night. But with her son just in the next room, all Mrs. Marshall could do was think about it.
