"I am so sorry guys. I'll get her out of here." I am feeling a mix of embarrassment and anger as I stare at my so-called mother.
"You have nothing to apologize for. It's your birthday after all, let's close early. Mom won't mind." Cameron smiles warmly at me as he heads to the door. Locking it and turning the sign to close, he walks back over to us.
"Here, let's have a seat and talk," Brandon says as he puts his arm around my mother in order to help her keep balance as we walk to a booth in the corner of the bakery.
Cameron is the last to join us as he places four glasses of water and four cups of coffee on the table. "Is there anything I can get you to eat, Fiona?"
She grumbles in response as a no.
"Tell me, why are you here? Surly it isn't to wish me a happy birthday." I ask w
