Mum hangs up the phone and glares at me. “Spill it. Why doesn’t she want to come home?”
I snort, shaking my head and shrugging like it’s nothing. I hate lying—it’s like pulling teeth—I just can’t do it.
“Nothing’s wrong. She’s fineee,” I say, dragging out the last word far too casually.
That’s all it takes. Mum’s head snaps toward me, her eyes narrowing like a hawk. My tone gives me away instantly. I grab Caden’s hand, bracing for it. They’re going to figure it out—and it’s going to be World War III when they do.
“Baylee Moon, don’t you lie to me. Caden, tell me what’s going on!” she snaps.
I squeeze his hand tighter. The wrath of Dad is one thing. But the wrath of Mum? That’s a whole other beast. It’s the kind of fear that makes you consider shitting your pants in public just to avoi
