Chapter 7 Road Trip

Maybe it was because he instinctively felt that communicating with my mom was pointless.

Ashton looked at my dad with awe, as if he were observing a rare beauty, and remarked, "Psychic abilities. Impressive."

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After that revelation, my mom transformed into a completely different person. She became unusually attentive toward my dad, a stark departure from her usual demeanor.

"Since Ashton said you don't need to eat, we won't eat. How about a rock to gnaw on instead? I'll go find you one.

"Derick, I've charged your phone.

"What are you listening to? You're smiling so much. Let me listen, too.

"Derick, your daughter farts, grinds her teeth, and snores in her sleep. I don't want to share a bed with her anymore."

'Seriously, this woman,' I grumbled to myself. I was utterly mortified. "How shameless of you."

Given my mom's previous treatment of my dad, I expected him to ignore her for at least a month.

As predicted, my dad responded with a cold snort. "Do you regret it now? You