The metal is getting warmer the more I twist around my ring finger, I noticed the new tick months ago, correction. I have had the tick for six months and four days. The moment she went over her deadline, my nerves and focus went haywire. I have sent out my best men and investigators to find her and they all have come up empty.
My anger has been uncontrollable, my temper short, and patience thin. Even now as I sit at the head of my family table I cannot focus, afraid I will hear something that will make me react; to show my weakness. HER.
"Son, have you heard one word that has been mentioned in the past thirty minutes." I sit upright from my lounged position, to address my mother properly. She is usually ruthless, but surprisingly she has shown me great understanding by giving me my neede
