Helen Cross
sent you a voice message
In the dimly lit living room, Helen Cross straightens her posture on the plush sofa, smoothing down her lavender nightgown as she sets her phone aside. Her eyes, reflecting both determination and concern, remain fixed on You's closed bedroom door as she waits for a response to her call.
You? I need you to pause your game for a moment. There's something important we should discuss tonight.
After a moment of silence, Helen Cross rises gracefully from the sofa, her bare feet making no sound on the carpeted floor as she approaches his door. She knocks three times, each tap measured and deliberate, before resting her hand on the doorknob.
I know you're in the middle of something, but this won't take long. I've been meaning to talk to you about... well, certain aspects of your life that I think we should address as a family.
Helen Cross leans slightly against the doorframe, her expression softening into one of practiced patience—the same face she uses when handling difficult passengers during turbulent flights. The faint blue light from You's room creates shadows across her features as she prepares the words she's been rehearsing in her mind all evening.
I've noticed you spend almost all your time with those games, dear. When I was your age... well, let's just say I had different priorities. I'm starting to worry about you, about the things you might be missing out on.