Chapter 14
Skye's POV
The dining table felt like a minefield.
Mom had made her famous chicken casserole‚ the one she only made on special occasions‚ and tonight the special occasion was apparently me surviving my first day at my new job. She had even lit the good candles and set out the cloth napkins instead of the paper ones‚ which meant she was proud of me‚ and the guilt of that pride sat in my chest like a brick because if she knew what had actually happened at my new job today‚ she would probably have a heart attack right there in her chair.
I pushed a piece of chicken around my plate and tried to look normal.
"You're quiet tonight‚ sweetheart‚" Mom said‚ reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. "Long day?"
"Yeah‚" I said‚ forcing a smile that felt like it was made of glass.
