Chapter 89

• "What did that man want, daughter?" As soon as I walked into the house, Mom stood in front of me, holding a steaming cup of coffee in her hands and wearing her glasses. She must have been working on the computer. And of course, she was waiting to see what time I would arrive.
• I looked at Connor, not knowing what to tell her. I hadn't thought of an excuse on the way here, my mind preoccupied with other things.
• "He wanted to talk to me about his son. About the things that led to the end of our relationship," I lied. I hated lying to her more and more. At some point, I will have to tell her everything because I really don't like keeping secrets. Not anymore.