Adam hurried into the dining room, behind as always. He could snag a cup of coffee from the kitchen, swing by and pick up Kylie, and then get to work without being too late. Hopefully.
Well hell, who was going to fire him? It wasn't like he had a boss he had to explain himself to, right?
It still bothered him, though.
He pressed a kiss to his mom's cheek, as always, as he rushed past. "Good morning, Mom," he called out cheerfully from the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "How'd you sleep?"
She didn't answer but instead folded up the newspaper and put it neatly off to the side. Her unexpected silence caught his attention and he went back into the dining room, coffee cup in hand. She looked...upset. Angry. Worried.
Something not good, anyway.
"Adam, dear, there's something you need to hear and I think you ought to hear it from me," she said slowly.