11
KARA
I hate that Chase can feel my uneasiness. The last thing I want is for him to think I’m weak. I’m far from it. Physically, yes, but mentally I can handle anything that comes my way. I watch Chase drive away, wondering what the hell his mother has in store for me. She genuinely appears friendly, but that easily could’ve been just for show.
Maureen bumps me with her shoulder. “Thanks for coming.”
Once Chase’s car disappears, I look over at her. Her hair is dark and covered with a straw beach hat. She gives off the typical beach vibe with her flowy, golden-colored boho dress and sandals. I may be older than her, but she has a pearl of wisdom in her eyes that I know I don’t have.
“Did I have a choice?”
Her kind smile makes me regret asking. “Everyone has a choice, Kara. We choose
