Now I’m the one who’s tense. Thorne must notice because he throws me a bone. “Tell me about the food pantry. How long have you been helping with it? I bet your mother must be proud.” I laugh. “About two years. And, um, I have no idea if she’d be proud or not because I never told her. Actually, I’m pretty sure she’d be horrified.” “Why?” “Because then she’d know I snuck out. I told you, she’s overprotective.” “I remember, but surely she’s not so overprotective that she’d begrudge you leaving to do something so worthwhile.” I scoff. “You don’t know my mother.”
