Chapter 11

• When I heard the soft knock on my door, I knew for sure that it was mom. The knock was hesitant, like she already knew she still wasn’t welcome in my room or my life.
• I didn’t bother looking up. I kept scrolling through my phone, sprawled out on the bed like I didn’t have a single care in the world. Like I hadn’t already rehearsed a dozen ways I wanted this conversation to go.
• "Sweetheart," she said, cracking the door open. "Can I come in for a second?"