“You’re welcome to pry,” I said, smoothing back my hair. “I… ah, here.” I plucked a piece of paper off my desk and held it out to her. “It’s something of a plan to get a message to your son. Excuse the scrawling handwriting, and the er, scribbles in the corner, oh and that small diagram I crossed out. In fact-” I scrunched it up in my fist before she could take it. “I’ll write it out clearer.”
Hes so awkward lmao
