Chapter 6
The diner was busy, as it usually was on Saturdays, particularly in the summer when families were out and about, running errands or attending kids’ sporting events. However, the silence at their table was a stark contrast, and Macey took a sip of her sweet tea, forcing a smile, which her mother, Kristy, returned.
Kristy Evans was a slight woman, just barely five feet tall. Growing up, Macey hadn’t realized just how short she was herself until high school because she felt tall compared to her mom. Still thin and muscular from her days as a gymnast, Kristy had transferred her love for the sport she could no longer perform to running when Macey was younger, and she still got in at least five miles every day, rain or shine. Macey wished her mom was as dedicated to her daughter as s
