REID
My Mom looks at me once, then she turns on her heel and walks out of the room.
By the time I get to the parking lot, she's gone.
I try her phone and for the first time since I was born, my Mom sends me to voicemail.
When I turn to go back inside, I bump right into Gina. I push both hands into my pockets as I stare at her in disbelief.
"I'm assuming that you're up to something?" I somehow manage to keep my tone civil.
"I just want my son back."
"What son?"
"You, obviously."
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Look, I know that you love the polished life that Alice gave you, but I'm your mother. Without me giving birth to you, you wouldn't exist."
"I don't even understand why we're having this conversation."
"We're having the conversation because I made up my mind. I want you
