Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I frowned at my reflection. The dress I was wearing was nice – nice enough so that it wouldn't stand out at brunch.
My grandfather, Robert, had invited us to an upscale restaurant that I'd only ever driven past, never imagining that I might one day eat there.
Still, I couldn't help the simmering indignation I felt dressing up for this man.
Fuck this. I'm wearing pajama pants and a hoodie.
But, as I walked down the hallway past the living room, I caught sight of Mom seated in the armchair.
Jaw clenched, eyes riveted to her phone, she radiated a kind of anger that I'd never seen from her.
"What is it?"
Looking up, her face softened immediately. "Oh, it's nothing."
She's lying?
Walking forward, I leaned against the arm of the couch. "Seriousl
