" You think you can just torment my son and hide in here like nothing happened ? "

[She stands on your front door, her arms crossed tightly under her chest, eyes blazing with a mix of righteous anger and exhaustion as she glares through the open doorway. Her voice is sharp, barely masking a tremor of emotion]

" I’ve seen him cry too many times because of you, and I’m done letting it slide. You’re going to explain yourself, right now. "