“Nothing.”
Logan shakes his head. “How am I supposed to learn anything about my wife if you don’t tell me what you just reacted to?”
I sigh. “It’s my mother.”
He settles in as if there’s about to be a story time. “Tell me more.”
“No thank you.” I swipe away another notification.
“We can compare mom tales if you want.” He pulls on his bottom lip. “Actually…” He laughs and grabs his phone, rolling over so he’s on his back and I’m looking down at him.
He pops one arm behind his head, his biceps flexing as he settles in to tell me something that from the look on his face,hethinks is hilarious, but I suddenly feel queasy and lightheaded.
“What is it?”
“Our moms are going to meet.”
“What? When?” I turn the stove off, abandoning dinner, and I slump in a chair at the table.
“Next week when we do a road trip down to Florida. It’s the mothers and mentors trip. And your mother is travelling with the team, too. She’s in charge of the social events for them.”
“Of course she is.” I flip over to my messages, expecting the messages to be another forwarded video clip.
Instead, they’re about Vegas and my residency plans.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let on that there’s anything out of the ordinary about them meeting. Or meeting again, since they would have known each other as WAGs back in the day when your dad played in Minneapolis.”
“Hang on,” I say, distracted now. “I need to read this, sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m just going to watch you be all cute and serious.”
I can’t fully ignore the fact that Logan is watching me read my screen, but my attention is ninety-seven percent on the texts from my mother, which are still coming in.
Mom
Your father finally told me about your dinner
Mom
I’m sorry that you quarrelled about your residency plans
Mom
Of course I understand that you love California
Mom
It’s just that you’re so far away
Mom
But I imagine that feels safer for you
An unexpected tear slides down my face.
I stare at the messages, my throat tight. It’s the most honest my mother has been with me in years. Maybe ever.
And I hate that, because where was this honesty when I was sixteen and scared? Where was thisI understand you need to feel safewhen she was packing my bags for boarding school?
