Chapter 25

Selah

I stared at Mrs. Hawthorne, who stood in my kitchen with the familiarity of someone who belonged there. Her hands were folded neatly at her waist, and she gave a polite nod but said nothing.

"Actually, I asked her to take care of you," Cleo quickly explained, her eyes darting nervously between her mother and me. "You got hurt saving me, so it seemed only fair."

Mrs. Hawthorne bowed her head