~SARA~
"So you're saying you won't be available for breakfast?" Benita asks, watching me from the corner of her eye.
"Yes." I say as I slid the penknife from the utensils pack on the counter and slip it discreetly into my bag. It clinks as it drops in but I mask the sound by screeching a foot on the floor.
"My mom is going through some crisis right now." I turn to her, taking a step forward. "She asked me to come and help sort it out."
She nods sympathetically. "Okay..." Then, tilts her head to a side, peering at me. "Your mom must be really precious to you, ma'am."
The words catches me unawares.
She shrugs. "How come you never talk about her?"
My gaze flickers for just a moment, before I quickly regain control of my expression.
Shit, don’t let her see anything.
"Well... I..." I
