Olivia's lips tightened into a thin line as she stared at her son, her heart already knowing that once Kafka decided something, there was no moving him.
She had learned yesterday just how impossibly stubborn her son could be. No amount of motherly pleading or sharp reasoning would change his mind when he set his sights on something.
He wasn't the same timid boy she once knew, no, this Kafka was like an immovable mountain.
And she hated to admit it, but every time he exerted that quiet dominance over her, it made her knees feel just a little weak.
'No, no. Focus, Olivia. You're the mother here.'
She darted her eyes around, desperate for a way out of this situation. That was when her gaze fell on something, something that made a tiny spark of mischief light up in her eyes.
A massive boulder sat nearby, half-covered in moss, its surface cracked and weathered from decades of standing there. It looked ancient, immovable, impossibly heavy and exactly what she was looking for.
