Letting You Go Was the Hardest Thing
she murmured, almost above a whisper.
I sighed. "You know what, forget it. I gotta go - I have to go to the field for the ceremony."
"Wait, don't go yet, Charlie," she said, preventing from hanging up.
I rolled my eyes. "What, mom?"
She cleared her throat. "There is a reason why I'm calling you."
"What?" I asked.
"We want you to come home."
I groaned. "Mom, you know I can't do that. After graduation I am going to look for a job so I'll be busy." I lied through my teeth. I was in my alibi mode again and god, I hate it so much.
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