CHAPTER TWELVE
Mum did not answer and instead she grabbed my arm, dragging me out of the coffee shop without a backward glance. Anxiety and guilt reeked from her, making me wonder what exactly happened.
“You are hurting me, mum!” I snapped, detaching my hand forcefully from her tightened grip the moment we reached the parking lot. I glanced down at my wrist, grimacing gracing my face as the red marks her hold had left on me.
“Then you better give me an explanation to what exactly you were doing here with Ronald of all the people,” she demanded, arms crossed. For the first time in a while, I took a long, hard look at her, noting the perspiration building on her forehead, her fingers twitching. With my mind solely focused on her, I heard the fast heartbeat in her rib cage and that
