Reece wasn’t interested in talking with Aryan, but he couldn't hold back as they took the wrong turn. “Where are we headed?” he asked, staring out at the familiar street to his house. “To pick up your remaining items” Aryan announced, keeping his eyes on the road. “Why? I don't want to go back. I think I have everything I need at your place” he argues but Aryan was not taking it. He kept calm and glued his eyes on the road. The car soon pulled up in front of the Mcrocal residence. Reece braced himself before stepping out of the car as he made his way up to the front door. “We can go shopping, just pick your books,” Aryan recalled from the car. Reece smiles before knocking on the hard door. He waited patiently hearing the voice of his mother answer from within the wooden door. Watching the door open and the face of his mother come into view, Reece forced out a smile. “Mom” he greeted but only got an angry hum. “What do you want here? Aren't you satisfied with what you did to my son
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