I slowly put my fork down and looked across the table at my mother. The concern on her face should have comforted me, but instead it only added to the irritation already simmering beneath my skin. Everyone seemed determined to tell me how I was feeling tonight. First Knox, now her.
"I'm not down, Ma," I said, keeping my voice level despite the frustration threatening to slip through. "Relationships happen, and sometimes they end. That's life. Just look at you and Dad—"
"Wren."
The single word was enough to stop me.
I closed my eyes briefly and exhaled through my nose. This wasn't the conversation I wanted to have. Not tonight. Not when my head already felt like it was carrying the weight of ten different problems at once.
"I'm sorry, Ma," I muttered, rubbing my temple. "It's not about
