“No. Not at all.” I kissed her cheek. “You are showing me it is okay to need comfort and support, no matter your age. That being older doesn’t mean being emotionless.”
My mother shook her head and kissed me. “I’m going to go.”
“Are you going to keep up the act?” I didn’t want to ask her, but I needed to.
“Yeah, plus this gives me yet another reason to hate Morgan.” I snorted, and she smiled. “Bye baby.” She got up and walked out my door.
I stretched my neck as I walked into the caff. Sleeping on my couch was about as comfortable as you assume. I felt my neck pop, and I wanted to groan. I shook myself as I headed to the line to grab breakfast. I needed food and caffeine as soon as possible.
I grabbed a tray and waited for my turn. I felt myself wobble on my feet. I was more tired than
