As soon as the call ended, I released a loud groan of frustration.

"You okay, Cass?"

"Oh, hi," I greeted Gray who was now awake and in our kitchen. I glanced at the digital clock. I noted how much later in the morning it was. "All good. My mom was just being annoying."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about. She was just being negative, but it's whatever, I'm so used to it by now. I'm good."

"Okay, well, I'll still make you my signature breakfast dish." We'd shared countless meals already, but I had no idea what she was talking about... It sounded crazy, but I'd yet...