Her appetite had been crazy the last few days.
I watched her for a second while she grabbed a fry.
She had cut the burger into four perfect pieces.
I leaned closer.
“You know that’s a burger, right, and not a pizza?” I said lowly.
She didn’t even look up.
“I know.”
“You cutting it like it’s a birthday cake.”
She glanced at me.
Her eyes had that playful little spark I’d been seeing more often lately.
“I don’t like taking huge bites.”
She picked up one of the pieces carefully and dipped it in a pile of ketchup before taking a bite.
She sipped her Dr Pepper like she had just proven a point.
I chuckled under my breath.
That made Zay laugh from across the table.
“Man, let my sis eat,” he said.
For a moment, the table felt normal.
But my mother dropped her fork.
The metal clink cut through the air.
“I can’t eat.”
Everyone looked at her.
Her eyes were locked on the bandage on my shoulder.
“I need to know what’s going on.”
Nobody spoke.
“Who is shooting at you in Monaco?”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Are you watching Laurent? He’s been too quiet lately.”
She added something else.
“And are you keeping an eye on those exes of yours?”
She leaned back slightly.
