Three years ago
Seth
The front door had barely shut behind my mother when I let out a slow breath and ran a hand over my face.
I should have known she would do something like this.
It’s my fault. I’ve made things worse by never being honest about how I feel when it comes to her.
I turned back to the living room and found Emily still standing where my mother had left her. Her arms were folded lightly across her chest, her face unreadable in that frustrating way she had mastered so well.
But even from where I stood, I could see it.
The tiny crease between her brows that only showed up when something was bothering her more than she wanted to admit.
My jaw tightened.
“What did she say to you?”
Emily blinked, like my voice had pulled her out of her thoughts. “Nothing.”
I stared at he
