Zoey deftly peeled the apple, as a gnawing sense of unease coiled in her chest. She dared not meet her mother’s eyes, fearful that her mother would see the truth in hers. Since she had never been able to hide anything from her mother since she was a child. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the fruit she peeled, its sweet fragrance wafting up to her nostrils.
Sadly, the fruit couldn’t distract either of them from the question that hung in the air between them. She could feel Tabitha’s piercing stare and it really set her on edge. The intensity of it made her skin prickle as if she were being scrutinized under a microscope. Every muscle in her body tensed as she fought the urge to squirm on the bed and look even more guilty.
The truth was, Zoey was harboring the biggest secret of her lif
