Chapter Sixty Two

Sinjin had just stepped out of the conference room following a board meeting when his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket. He pulled it out, frowning at the sight of his mother's picture on the screen, his finger hovering over the decline button.

It had been weeks since the incident at the shop, yet he still struggled to move past it, despite Eds telling him to. She had assured him it wasn’t a big deal, insisting his mother had just wanted his attention. He'd resisted the urge to scoff at that, knowing his mother, now in her late fifties, was acting more like a frustrated five-year-old who didn’t get her way.

She probably assumed he would track her down and confront her for lying about Edselyn, so she had left the country for a week. He had been tempted to do exactly that but decided he wasn’t prepared for the inevitable headache that would come with arguing with her. Besides, it was his father who had slapped his wife, not his mother.

He missed the call, but before he could put his