"Mum. We need to help Curtis," Laura said as soon as she walked into her parents house.
Lisa looked up. She had been trying to bake before her daughter came in, and the words Laura said made her stop kneading the dough before her.
Her brows creased into a frown.
"What are you talking about?" Lisa asked.
Laura dropped her bag on the kitchen island and moved closer to her mother.
"Curtis...I can't say he is in trouble, per say. It's just that something happened. And he needs our help," she stated firmly.
Lisa cleaned her hand on a rag sitting next to her before she spoke.
"Curtis doesn't want anything to do with me, and you know it. He won't even pick up my calls. Do you know how many times I've called him today? If he's in trouble, you know he won't want my help," she responded.
Laura sighed, slightly frustrated.
"This is not the time to dwell on your issues with Curtis, mother. I am serious. He needs us to help him," Laura insisted.
