"You're tutoring Jace Whitmore."
Maya stared at her mother. "I'm sorry, what?"
"His mother called. She said he needs help with English. She's paying double."
"I don't care if she's paying triple. I'm not doing it."
Her mother set down the plate she was drying and gave her a look, the one that said I have sacrificed everything for you and this is how you repay me.
"His mother is a client," she said. "She's been coming to the shop for years. I can't say no."
"Then say yes and find someone else."
"There is no one else."
"There's Daniel."
"Daniel is at Stanford. He can't tutor from California."
Maya opened her mouth to argue, then closed it because there was no point. Her mother had already decided. The conversation was over.
She went upstairs and threw herself onto her bed, then gr
