Lance barely looked up from his grilled cheese sandwich when his mother walked into his cabin. She carried something in her hands, but he knew why she was there. After all, she’d called and had been lecturing him for the full fifteen minutes it took her to walk from the volunteer house to his cabin.
“I can’t believe you,” she said.
“You said that already,” he deadpanned. Amber had ratted him out. Unknowingly, of course. But still. “Mom, I don’t want to move to Denver. You don’t want to go to Denver either.” He put the last bite of his dinner in his mouth and stood up to put his plate in the sink.
“Why wouldn’t I want to go to Denver?” she asked in a self-righteous tone that made Lance roll his eyes.
He swallowed and leaned against the counter, facing her. “Mom, you wouldn’t be able to
