MYRA’s POV
The woman sitting opposite me makes me want to crawl up into a hole and hide. We are currently in a restaurant. Mrs. Moore suggested we have a chat but she has not said a word in minutes, only assessing me closely with her judgmental eyes. It is becoming all the more uncomfortable.
I continue to squirm under her gaze, reaching for my phone and texting Dante not to pick me up from work.
The tension in the air subsides when she breaks the silence. "How did you meet my son?"
I hold myself back from panicking at that question. Me and Dante never discussed anything about telling his family how we met. I am not sure what story he might have told her, so whatever I say next have to be similar. Should I start from the vacation house, or us being neighbors?
"We met on my vacatio
