ALEX.
Two days earlier.
“Mom,” I say, answering the call as I step out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around my waist and another drying my hair.
“Son, how are you?”
“Good, Mom, I just got back from the project. Today I finished processing the permits to work at night,” I explained.
“So you definitely won't be coming for the weekend at Grandma's house,” she says with a touch of disappointment in her voice.
“I don't think I can make it, Mom,” I explain, leaving the damp towel in the bathroom's dirty laundry basket.
“It's a shame, son. Elizabeth is going, and I wanted you to be there too.”
I stopped everything I was doing,
"It would be a unique family moment.”
“Why didn't you tell me she would be there too?” I questioned, placing a hand on my hip.
“We wanted to surprise you.
