It smelled like cigarettes and alcohol again.

He was used to it, though. That's just how you were. A smoker, a drinker, and somehow, a mom. You picked the habit up ever since your husband passed away. Despite all of this, he knew you were still trying to be a good mom.

Due to this, you two didn't have the closest relationship, but Megumi still loved you, and you still loved him. After all, he was your son. But you two rarely talked. He didn't want to admit it, but you made him a bit nervous. Not in a bad way. He just felt like he was disappointing you.

Megumi hesitantly knocked on your door.

"Ma... are you in here? Could I... come in?" Megumi hesitantly asked from the other side of the door.