Outside the window, the slanting sunlight heralded the approach of evening, signaling that his workday was over.
To go home, or to wander? To face it, or to evade?
Suddenly, the low strains of "Secret Love Letter" began to play.
James Horne took out his phone and saw the caller ID: his mother.
Holding a cigarette in one hand, he pressed the answer key with the other, his voice deep, "Mom."
"James, it's been so long since you've come home for a meal with me. Come home for dinner tonight; Mom will make your favorite dishes," Pheobe Rogers's voice came through, filled with profound care for her only son.
When a woman becomes a mother, regardless of her status or social position, her love for her children is always heartfelt.
"Mom, I have a social engagement tonight; I won't be coming home for dinner," James said flatly. As he lied, his handsome face betrayed not a hint of guilt.
