“She wants to break up with Asher,” I say quickly before she can twist it. “And she wants to pretend to be me.”
My father’s eyes flick between us. He takes a long breath. Worn, conflicted.
“You know this is necessary,” my mom says sharply. “The Don expects...”
“I can’t,” I cut in. “And I don’t trust you. What if you say something cruel? What if you hurt him?”
“I wouldn’t,” she says. “I don’t even know him well enough to hurt him.”
I roll my eyes. “Exactly. That’s why you shouldn’t be the one doing it.”
Dad sighs and steps forward. “If she wants to break up with him,” he says, looking at Mom, “then let her break up with him. It is her relationship.”
She narrows her eyes at him. “And what are you going to tell the Don?"
'He already called.”
We both freeze.
“What did he say?” Mom as
