I cross my arms, my fists gripping my shirt while my mom sets the source of my pain on my island. She reaches for her purse, glancing between me and Kat before settling on Kat once more. “Maybe you can convince him to push things aside for one day and—” “I would never ask someone to do something that clearly causes them pain.” Kat cuts my mom off. Her voice is low, but I’m stunned by the conviction in her tone. My mom only blinks in response, her mouth opening, and closing like a gasping fish.
