“What a way to greet your mother.” Her flowery laugh was even more practiced and pronounced than the last time I’d heard it.
“How are you, Mom?” I tried again, my body shrinking into itself. I didn’t know why I felt like I was in trouble, but that was the emotion I was feeling.
“Me? Oh, I’m fine darling. How are you?” I could tell by how she spaced her words that she was expectant of a certain answer. Not willing to information dump, I played her game.
“Exceptionally well.” I lied. She wouldn’t know.
“I’d suspected as much.” She muttered. “All right, Had. Spill it. I’ve seen the video.” My stomach clenched. What video? The one of Ashley declaring his feelings on a national news channel? “I had no clue what it was about until Sienna pointed out that your name was attached to it in se
