"Sara!" Mom looked up with a warm smile, completely oblivious to the tension crackling between Brandon and me. "Good morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling? Brandon said you came home upset last night."
I slid into the chair next to Mom, very aware of how the movement made my nightgown ride up my thighs. "I'm better now," I said, keeping my voice light. "Just had a rough night."
"Want to talk about it?" Mom asked, genuine concern in her eyes.
I shook my head, reaching for the orange juice. The movement made my breasts shift under the thin satin, and I caught Brandon's eyes following the motion before he quickly turned back to the stove. "It's nothing. Just drama with Jake."
"That boyfriend of yours?" Mom frowned. "What happened?"
"Ex-boyfriend," I corrected, taking a sip
