CHAPTER 48
I’m back in my mom’s home. The snow’s let up a little, but I’m careful to slip my shoes off before stepping into the entryway where I might leave some sort of incriminating mud print.
I’m going to have to confront Mom eventually. Tell her that I don’t even own a house anymore like she thinks. Tell her about the bank foreclosure, everything. Then again, she probably knows. I swear that woman could have marketed herself as a Chinese Miss Marple for all the snooping and investigative work she does.
Not to mention her maternal instinct, which is so uncanny. That woman is either a bona fide mind reader or some sort of computer hacking genius who can spy on you through your smartphone and keep track of every conversation.
Maybe both.
She’s never been excited about me and Justin.
