Sixty: RowynMy mom actually listened when I shook my head at her about dinner. It just wasn't happening for me that night; there was acid bubbling up in my stomach. She'd asked what was wrong, and I couldn't tell her. Once Hunter drove off, I only had myself to deal with, and it wasn't pretty. I could feel the pressure building in my chest, and I just needed to be alone and not make my mom worry about me any more than she already did. I didn't want to meet her gaze, but I allowed her to make me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich to take upstairs. Tristen largely ignored me for his sweet potato.
“Thanks,” I offered, taking the sandwich.
“Rowyn.”
“What, Mom? Please, just not now.”
“Okay.” I turned to finally trek to my safe place. “Should I let him in? If he comes by?”
“He won't.” I alm
