Chapter 31
Wren
By the time I managed to escape the house, I was already mentally exhausted.
Mom had somehow managed to turn a simple breakfast into a full-scale interrogation. She hadn't let go of the mystery boy who had dropped me home last night, and no matter how many times I dodged the question, she kept circling back to it like a detective who had finally found her biggest case.
"Was it Axel?"
"No, Mom."
"Then who was it?"
"Just... someone."
"Someone?"
"A friend."
"A boy friend?"
At that point, I had simply stuffed a bite of my apple into my mouth, kissed her on the cheek before she could ask another question, grabbed my school bag and practically fled the house. There was absolutely no way I was telling my mother about Knox.
Not because there was anything to tell. Becaus
