The bride for my son

Victoria's POV,

As I heard Maxwell's car pull into the parking lot of his apartment, I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me, I could see the sadness in his eyes as he approached the door.

Even though I knew I wasn't going to see him till this evening, I couldn't wait to get my plans running, as I heard the tip tap of his footsteps ascending the stairs just before the door, I settled myself on the couch, and prepared my mood for the upcoming conversation, putting on my most pitiable look in an attempt to elicit his sympathy, I flashed a smile to my face as he opened the door,

"Hello son, You're home!" I said, my voice low and shaking with relief. "I've been so worried."

He nodded but didn't look at me as he walked past and headed towards his room. "I'm fine, mom," he said. "Don't worry."

I felt a mix of emotions as I watched him walk away. Part of me was relieved that he was home safe, but another part of me was frustrated that he wouldn't even look at me, let alone talk to me.

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