But.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed with concern as she saw him enter. "Tom... What happened to you?"

"Nothing, Mom," he replied as his mother checked his nose. "Mom, that's enough. It doesn't hurt."

"But who the hell hit you like this?" asked her father.

"It doesn't matter."

"What do you mean it doesn't matter?" asked Sam. "One more punch, and you won't have a nose."

He just frowned. He headed towards his room, taking for granted what his parents and siblings were yelling at him. He threw himself on his bed, covering his face with his hands, taking a deep breath, thinking about the idea that Daya had given him. He was nervous, doubtful. Truth be told, if this didn't work, he would leave it all behind.

That caused his heart to tighten.

With one hand, he took his cellphone out of his front pocket. He saw several messages from his parents, to which he didn't respond when he had left, and his parents thought something had happened to him. He just deleted them. Afterward, he chatted a bit wit