C47 Did you really need to say that to her, Kathrine?

The next morning, I was standing outside by the car, leaning against it, waiting. For once, I’d gotten ready before Ezekiel. The air was brisk, and the quiet gave me time to think—or maybe overthink. Ezekiel and Mom would probably come out together. The thought gnawed at me, but I shook it off.

When I finally saw them step outside—together—I couldn’t help but roll my eyes.

Of course