It had been two whole days and Schuyler had hardly left his room. He only came down for meals and hardly spoke to anyone. When Craig asked about his son’s sudden change in mood, Vienna told him to be patient. It was the third day and Vienna was having her tea in the front garden as was her routine, when Schuyler came out dressed in blue ripped jeans and black t-shirt. The jeans hugged his hips perfectly and his mother knew her son only wore them for night outs.
“Schuyler. Come have some tea,” she called out. The teenager hesitated but took a seat near his mother.
“Isn’t it a little too early to go out?”
Schuyler looked up surprised. “What? I am not..”
“You wear those jeans only when you go out, Sky. Please, I am your mother, I know everything.” Schuyler blushed, embarrassed. It was mystery to him how his mother always knew everything about him. He also knew he had to be honest with his mother or
