Jason's POVThe screen lit up with the name of the one person in the world who could still make me feel like a chastened child, even at thirty-one years old.I hesitated for a moment, watching Brenda disappear into the fitting room. Then I swiped to answer."Mother.""Jason." Her voice was sharp, clipped, the tone she reserved for when she was displeased. "I've been trying to reach you for hours. Where have you been?""Out. Shopping." I kept my voice neutral. "What do you want?""I want to know why I had to hear about the O'Connor charity ball from the society pages rather than my own son. What are you thinking, Jason? Associating with the O'Connors after everything?""Mother...""Come home. Now." Her voice brooked no argument. "There's something we need to discuss. Something important.""I'm busy. Brenda and I—""Brenda can come too. In fact, I insist. There are matters that concern her as well." Another pause. "Don't make me repeat myself, Jason. You know I hate repeating myself."T
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