“I thought we were close—” “We are.” My voice shakes. “Then tell me why you didn’t talk to me about the city council letter.” I flinch. “Mom told you about it?” “Yes.” “She could get in trouble,” I grumble. “Which is why I plan on keeping it a secret. Something you should be familiar with.” My stomach sours. “If you knew, then why did you bring up the Pressed Petal tonight?” “Because it’s happening, whether it be on Lavender Lane or somewhere else in town.”
