“Can I get you some more tea, Mom?”
Nora McAlister gave me a funny look before taking a sip from her mug. “You’ve filled my cup three times already. I think if I have any more it’ll be coming out my ears.”
I ran my hands down my thighs, but it was no use. They’d been shaky and sweaty for hours and I didn’t see that changing any time soon. “Okay, is there anything else you need while I’m up?”
She shook her head and patted the cushion next to her. “No. What I need is for you to sit down. You’re making me nervous.”
I glanced toward the front window before nodding and taking a seat next to her. With another rub of my palms on my jeans, I folded my fingers together and tried to act like I wasn’t ready to crawl out of my skin.
“What’s going on, Wy? You’ve been acting jumpy since you got hom
