I trust you’ll do well, Fitz,” she says, and I try really hard to ignore the pang of jealousy in my chest. Just once, just once I wish the encouragement could be directed towards me. Just once I would like to hear my mother tell me she believes in me instead of telling me I’m going to end up embarrassing her. Just once. Another nod from Fitz. “I’m sure we’ll do well, too. Thank you, Professor.” Wait… what? My mother clears her throat. “Yes. Well anyway, I’ll get going now. Best of luck to you, Mr. Higgins.” She turns her gaze on me, her eyes immediately sharpening when they land on mine.
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I hate this bitch 😒
