Her head snaps up, and mascara-smeared eyes bore into mine. “It’s not always all about you, Cory.”
A wave of anger pulsates off her and pushes me back in my chair. “I know. I wasn’t saying that.” I glance up in time to watch Jess as she slips out of the kitchen.
Mom stands, pushing the chair on its back legs. It wobbles, so I reach out to steady it.
“I’m not staying here, not now.” She tugs her long shirt down and smoothes it flat. Her chin lifts. “Not now that your father’s getting married again.”
My mouth falls open. That was the news—his big news he wanted to discuss with Mom before telling me. That was what the phone call was all about. That’s why…everything.
Mom steps around me. On her way upstairs, she brushes against the wall and bounces off it like a bumper car.
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