Chapter Fourteen
“Can I get you anything else?” Adam asks, eyeing my mug of tea and the open jar of peanut butter on the table in front of me.
I pull the spoon out of my mouth and shake my head. I don’t feel like eating anything in particular, but I’m hungry, and I like peanut butter. So here I am eating it for breakfast.
Adam turns back to the frying pan on the stove and cracks several eggs into it.
“My mom phoned this morning,” I say, slowly stirring my tea.
Adam swings around. “Oh. How is she? What did she say?”
“She’s … I don’t know. Angry, confused, hurt. She’s staying with my grandparents in Hillcrest. She found out about the affair on Friday night and left home yesterday morning.”
“Did she say how she found out?”
“Yes. So, um, apparently my parents never use each other’s lap
