Carter
I descended the stairs, adjusting my shirt and taking a deep breath to compose myself. Tessa's mother, stood in the kitchen, unpacking groceries.
"Hey," I said, forcing a smile. "How was your day?"
She turned, eyeing me with concern. "You're sweating. Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. How did I forget she'd catch on to something. I have to come up with a better way to play it cool.
I chuckled, trying to play it off. "Just did some exercises inside. Getting a little rusty, I guess." I lied.
She nodded, accepting the explanation. "Well, I'm glad you're taking care of yourself. I was thinking of making something special for dinner tonight, since it's just us."
My gut twisted with guilt. I had just been with Tessa, and now Mila was being kind and considerate, unaware of my be
