17. Devon

Walking away from the party, I could feel my heartbeat steadily get louder as I watched my mother walk. An uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of my stomach and starts to grow. We finally reach a deck in the resort that overlooked the dark beach and stopped. I watch as the waves tumble towards the beach, the cold salty air brushing my face. I turn back to my mother, an impassive look on my face.

"What is it you wanted to talk about?" I ask, unable to keep the hatred from my voice. Her eyes narrow and a frown settles on her lips.

"Are you hell-bent on humiliating me today?" She begins, coming closer to me. "Is that why you came to see me? Is this how you treat your mother after not contacting me for years!? How dare you!"

I already saw this coming and always prepared myself for the possibility that she would speak like this when we finally had a conversation. But the fact that these were the first words that she spoke to me didn't make it hurt less. I shove down my hurt and chuckl