CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Rose was already sitting at a table with a cup of coffee when Avery arrived at Caffe Nero. When Rose looked up at her, Avery saw that there was a mixture of pain and embarrassment in her face. But there was also a flicker of relief.
Avery sat down, once again realizing that she still felt a little out of place in places like this. Or maybe it wasn’t the place or the environment; maybe it was the feeling of knowing that her daughter was actually seeking her guidance.
“How’s it going?” Avery asked.
“Been better,” Rose said. She was nervously turning her phone over and over again in her hands. It was a nervous tick that Avery had, too. The realization made her smile.
“Want to tell me about it?”
“Sure,” Rose said. “That’s why I texted you. But…look, Mom. This is huge. The
