Knox
My brow shoots up, almost touching my hairline. I shift on the bed to face her, my eyes gleaming in surprise.
“That's weird. Why don't you want me to tell her?” I ask. “She's your mother.”
She looks down at her fingers, twisting them. “Just promise me you won't tell her.”
I know she's having it rough with her mother. Today at the office, I saw everything that played out, although I couldn't make out what they were arguing about.
“ I think you should let her know,” I insist, trying to drive a point. “You can't hide it from her.”
She looks at me, her eyes glistening in tears. “You don't understand. I've been through a lot and I don't want to make it worse.”
Seeing her in such a vulnerable state, I pull her into a tight hug. “That's okay. I won't say a thing but you'll tell her y
