JIMMY'S POV I rolled over, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I heard the knock on my door. "Jimmy, darling, it's time to get up," my mother, Veronica, called out. I tossed off the covers and swung my legs over the side of the bed, padding barefoot to the door. I opened it, and she stood there, her eyes scanning me as if ensuring I was ready for the day. "Good morning, Mother," I said, my tone neutral. She smiled and handed me a gentle reminder about my classes, her voice laced with a concern that felt more like a habit than genuine worry. "Your father isn't here, Jimmy, so you need to take care of yourself. Study well, and don't forget about your GPA," she said, her eyes locked on mine. I nodded, acknowledging her words, but my mind was already elsewhere. "I know, Mother. I'll take care of it," I replied, trying to keep my tone even. She hesitated, as if expecting me to open up or ask for her advice, but I just stood there, waiting for her to leave. After a moment, s
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