I set my bag down on the couch and sink into the seat.
Mom turns sideways. Her eyes are soft but expectant. Waiting for something.
An answer.
A promise.
A miracle, maybe.
‘Meet someone new.’
Like it’s that simple.
Like I’ll just show up to this magical barbecue, beam a dazzling smile at some guy, and he’ll be The One.
A perfect suburban fantasy.
God.
The worst part is…
I know she’s not completely wrong.
Being with Knox might be dangerous. The man himself is a danger. I can feel it every time he looks at me with those eyes—heavy-lidded and full of promises that don’t look anything like good intentions.
He’s into something dark; that's for sure. I can feel it in my bones.
Something he won’t talk about.
And I’ve seen enough movies to know how this goes.
It’s always the girlfr
