Lauren had never been good at hiding her emotions.
She liked to think she was masking her feelings behind sarcasm and carefully constructed indifference, but Margaret and Emily saw right through her.
She barely lasted a day before they started asking questions.
Why did she agree to spend weekend at Margaret's house?
It was probably because she knew Larry went to weekend practice and to stop her mother from being more suspicious about her actions these days.
“You’re quiet,” Emily observed over breakfast, setting her coffee cup down with a soft clink. “And not in your usual ‘I hate mornings’ way.”
Lauren stabbed at her eggs with her fork. “I’m fine.”
Margaret raised a skeptical brow. “You haven’t been fine since New Year.”
Lauren’s grip tightened around the utensil. “I am just tired
