Chapter 12
“How was dinner with your mom?” Brock asked as they climbed into his car. They had an early meeting across town.
Gia sighed. “I love her, and I know she’s worried about me, but it’s been three weeks since the attack. She’s a good cook, but she forces me to eat way too much. She sends all the left overs home with me, and she wants me to stay and talk until late. I think she’s looking for an excuse to make me move back home.”
“Sounds to me like she cares.”
“She could care from a distance. I wouldn’t mind the break,” Gia said.
“You’d miss it,” he said.
“Sorry. I forget that you lost your parents.”
“It’s been long enough that the grief is a faded thing, but there are some things you never stop missing.”
He parked the car and they walked up to the building. He stopped suddenl
