Knox

My brow shoots up, almost touching my hairline. I shift on the bed to face her, my eyes gleaming in surprise.

“That's weird. Why don't you want me to tell her?” I ask. “She's your mother.”

She looks down at her fingers, twisting them. “Just promise me you won't tell her.”

I know she's having it rough with her mother. Today at the office, I saw everything that played out, although I couldn't make out what they were arguing about.

“ I think you should let her know,” I insist, trying to drive a point. “You can't hide it from her.”

She looks at me, her eyes glistening in...