Chapter 19 (b)

His mobile rang and he put the screen near his ear as he came out of his room, closing the door behind him.

“Chris! Finally, you answered! Did you eat anything, my child? And where are you? Were you sleeping? Did I disturb—” as she was about to complete her other question, Christian chuckled softly, interrupting her, “Mom, I’m fine and yeah, I had dinner!”

She released a phew. “How could you laugh like that? I’m worried about you, not cracking jokes for you!” She scolded over the call, frowning a bit.

Christian chewed his bottom lip, running a hand behind his head. “I’m sorry, mom.”

“Good boy, now tell me when are you coming back? Is your work over?”

“Tomorrow, I guess,” he said, began walking ahead in the corridor, his hand holding the railing. His eyes went to the door of her room which was right next to his.

“You guess? Isn’t it already done?” She asked but the voice from behind interrupted Christian to answer her.

“The weather isn’t good, sweetheart, he might have to delay,