CHAPTER 13: The lack of resistance.
“Hasn’t Mom called you?” Tyler asks the next morning while we eat breakfast.
“No.” I frown. “Why would she call me?”
When he speaks without looking at me, I already know I won’t like what he’s about to say.
“She thought it was your birthday. Wanted to ask what you wanted.”
I laugh loudly — on the outside, I sound ironic and unbothered, but inside, my heart is falling apart in tiny pieces.
“She thought it was my birthday,” I repeat.
“Ask her for a car,” Ty says. “With how embarrassed and mortified she was after realizing she messed up the date again, she won’t say no.”
“There’s still a month to go. In a month, she’ll have already forgotten her mistake.”
“She’ll buy it for you. I bet on it.”
I sigh and nod. Maybe it’s a little cold that Ty and I
