Sireen’s POV

Mom is chirpy all through the morning as she prepares the tray of food we’ll be taking to Trevor’s house. I’m slowly dying with every passing minute, and I’ve exhausted every last excuse I can use to avoid this meeting, so when Mom finishes in the kitchen, I take a shower and dress up.

Even though I’m not anticipating anything, I put in some effort into how I look. I blow my hair out and pin the side of my ear with a golden colored flower clip. I apply a little blush and some lip gloss, a little mascara, and when I go in for some eye shadow...