“And what about the money I give him every month?” I asked, feeling my patience begin to break.
Hue hesitated again, and that hesitation was enough to confirm that there was something more he wasn’t saying yet.
“She… uses it… but she also says there are debts… that you don’t know everything,” she whispered.
Debts. That word hit me hard, because I didn’t remember any outstanding debts, nothing that would justify that kind of situation.
My mind started racing, searching for explanations, trying to find a mistake, something I could easily correct, but nothing was clear.
At that moment I heard the front door open, followed by familiar footsteps that echoed in the hallway with an unsettling normality.
My mother was returning.
Hue tensed up immediately, as if his body reacted before his mind, and lowered his gaze, hiding his hands under the table.
I stood there, still holding the bowl, feeling that the object now weighed more than anything else in the room.
