20.1 Suspicions

Yomo returned home tired of his day. Too hectic for a hungover person, he had tried to navigate the hours while trying to keep a grip on the time that was slipping through his fingers, without much success. He returned home in the early evening with a mortal desire to lie down and sleep.

He slammed the front door and kicked off his shoes before he reached the kitchen. His aunt was making tea.

"My Nephew! I haven't seen you for a while! How are you?"

The student grunted a hello and set his things down beside the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. He sat down heavily on one of the high stools that framed it. Of all nights, she had to decide to come home early that night. As if by chance. He wasn't going to be able to escape her questioning when she noticed his condition. He pursed his lips in anticipation.