She looks up when I enter the room, her brows furrowing. “Where are you going?” I knew she’d call me out immediately. Around the house I’m usually in pajamas, and anywhere else I go I wear athleisure. So coming out in a yellow sundress is akin to hanging a flashing neon sign over my head that reads look at me, look at me! “I’m meeting a friend for dinner,” I say, trying to keep my voice level. Simone narrows her eyes. “Who?” “You sound like an owl.” I let out a nervous laugh. Myla comes out of the kitchen, a frilly red apron with white polka dots pulled on over her pastel blue dress. She’s
...more
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.