Chapter 19
“Why didn’t you talk to your mom?” Tiffany asked as she unclasped my overalls.
“I don’t want to think about it.” When I saw the hurt in her eyes, I said, “Sorry. Just, not right now, okay?”
She smiled, and then kissed my lips softly. “What do you want right now? Hmm?”
My heart raced, and I glanced toward the closed bedroom door. Aunt Libby had called the Joneses right after we walked inside. She didn’t ask to speak with me, and I’m not exactly sure what she said to Tiffany’s grandma, but Mrs. Jones didn’t tell me to leave.
Even so, I had this weird fear that my aunt would come bursting through the door the moment I took off my clothes.
“You believe me, don’t you?”
Tiffany held my wrist, denting my skin with the tiger’s eye bracelet. “Believe what, Bec?”
“About Yve
