Caleb's POV
I take the casserole dishes from her hands before she can protest. "Let me carry these. I'll drop them off and head straight to the gym afterward." The words come out rushed because I'm already thinking about getting back to the guys.
Walking to Riley's house feels longer than usual. Every step makes me more anxious to return to my friends. When we reach the front door, I set the dishes down on the kitchen counter. Vanessa thanks me, but something feels off. She won't make eye contact with my mom, and the air between them crackles with unspoken tension.
This isn't normal. These two women have been friends for years.
I say my goodbyes, knowing neither of them would admit if something was wrong. That's exactly what has me on edge. As I head toward the door, I glance back. Both mothers are completely absorbed in their silent standoff, not paying any attention to me. Perfect.
