I jig the cat toy up and down above one of Mona"s kittens. Isla bats it with her paw, clearly amused by the simple game. Sometimes, I wish my life could be as simple as hers.
"I can"t do anything about it if you don"t tell me what the problem is," Mona points out.
I don"t want to burden her. She has enough problems of her own, which have never been clearer than in the dark circles under her eyes.
As if she knows what I"m thinking, she narrows her eyes and gives me a look I can"t resist.
Sighing loudly, I consider the best way of saying this without sounding shallow.
"We"ve been assigned a project in politics and I"m supposed to work with Heath," I admit.
"And that"s a problem because..." She picks up one of the other kittens and fusses them under the chin.
"He still hates me," I whi
