Chapter 305
- My mother fidgets beside me once she climbs out of the car, smoothing down her coat as if that’ll somehow make all of this more reasonable. “Izzy, I know this is a lot,” she says. “But please… try to make a good impression.”
- I give her a sidelong look. “Make a good impression? That’s what you’re worried about?”
- She bites her lip, glancing away. So, yeah, she’s definitely worried about more than impressions.