"What About Kiara?"

But he still wouldn't look her in the eye, and he quickly climbed back into bed, leaving Mrs. Hernandez to follow.

Mrs. Hernandez let out a deep sigh, "that's my son," she said to herself, shaking her head as she stepped into the room.

She walked over to where Darren was lying, his earpods firmly in place, his eyes closed, lost in the music.

"Can you please take those earpods off? I need to talk to you," Mrs. Hernandez asked, gently tapping Darren's shoulder.

He reluctantly paused the music, but his response was curt. "I already told you, Mom, I don't want to talk to you. You just wanted me to open the door, and I did. That doesn't mean I'm willing to have a conversation with you."

"Come on, sweetie, don't be stubborn. Listen to me," Mrs. Hernandez said, her voice soft and gentle, as she took a step closer and placed a hand on Darren's arm.