“I’m fine,” I mumble. I shouldn’t even be talking to him. “You look like you’re about to cry,” he points out. I wipe my eyes self-consciously with the back of my hand. “I’m fine. There’s just a lot to do for this PTA meeting.” “Aw, that’s not worth crying over.” His brow crinkles. “These PTA women are never going to be satisfied no matter what you do. They’re all awful.”
