“What do you mean by ‘who is Sophia’ mum?” I finally asked as I raised an eyebrow at my mother, hoping— in fact, praying—that this wasn’t heading in the direction that I suspected.
Jane, of course, wasn't going to miss a beat on this. “Ooooh, Alex has secrets! He’s keeping secrets from me now. Wow! And here I thought we were partners in crime.”
As she spoke, she pressed a palm to her chest in mock pain and then slumped into the couch beside me like her heart had just been broken. Her oversized, neon-orange hoodie nearly swallowed her petite frame and her wild curls bounced as she dramatized every movement that she was making.
Even as I tried hard not to laugh, I shot her a glare. “You’re twenty-eight, Jane. I think mum is right. Get a man of your own and maybe you won’t be so obsessed
