Maya
“Mum,” my voice came out dry and cranky. This was spiraling so out of control.
Mum was not a media person. She was barely on the internet, and if the reason she was calling—which definitely was—was me being on the internet, then it meant she was already getting bombarded with calls too.
Fucking Liam.
“Maya? What’s this news I’m hearing?” she asked, and I stared up at the ceiling. Yeah.
No “how are you doing?” despite fully knowing Jenny is engaged to my boyfriend—ex.
Mother of the year.
“What news?” I asked, picking at the sleeve of my shirt. Playing dumb was the most ideal option at this point.
The plan was for Liam to act as my boyfriend whenever we were outside, just in case we ran into Jenny and Tom—not for a picture of us to surface online describing us as a couple. Not f
