A Hoodie

Mrs. McCoy raised both brows as she stared back at her staring and confused looking son.

"Darn it" Chloe grimaced and took her face away.

"Son? Are you alright?" He heard his mother's voice and his eyes bulged.

"Mum?" He called swerving his neck a bit like he would be able to see her face.

"Of course, It's your mother! Or don't I look like your mother any more because of my full makeup?" She asked and he smirked.

"Not at all, mum" He shook his head. "What are you doing here, though?"

"You mean I can't visit you?" She frowned and walked up to him.

"I'm not saying that"

"Anyway, I came to see you, my dear son. Did you eat the food that I prepared just for you?" She asked.

"Uh…It's still in the fridge"

"Oh Dylan! Why didn't you take it? Why?" She frowned and entered the room first, immediately Dylan unlocked it.

"I have something to tell you, son" She said and slowly sat down. Mrs. McCoy looked at her son, who took off his jacket and neck tie.

"What's it, mum?" He questioned and she exha