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She sighed. She hadn’t figured she’d be at her parents’ house for a few days. She would need to return to her apartment and grab some more outfits.

“Let me swing by my place to pick up additional clothes,” she said.

With Glenn being released from jail, she honestly didn’t feel safe sleeping there at night. It would probably be better if she went during the middle of the day. She could be in and out of her place in five minutes flat.

“I’ve meant to ask you,” her mother began.

Anya knew what was coming. She had avoided sharing with her parents the real reason she’d been staying with them.

“I love having you stay with us, but tell me, daughter. Why are you really here?”

“Mom. I already said—”

“I know what you said, but what haven’t you said? I know my child. Something is wrong.” Her mother didn’t miss a thing.

Anya released a sigh. She would have to tell her parents sooner or later.

“Fine. Can I just tell you and Dad at the same time this evening when he gets home from work?”

“Of course, dear. You don’t have to hide anything from us. We are here for you. You know that.”

Shame filled her.

Her parents were her rock. She could trust them with anything, but it was Glenn she didn’t trust.

“I promise over dinner I will explain everything.” She coasted to a stop at a red light.

“And another thing, I see you didn’t come home last night.” Her mother’s voice lightened.

Anya rolled her eyes and chuckled slightly.

“Okay,” she drawled.

“So…you and Dalton?”

She thought of the question. What were they? She was in love with him, but she wasn’t sure if he loved her. It was too quick to tell. The fire between them was unquestionable.

But did he love her?

He liked her, that was something she was sure of.

But love?

“I don’t know what we are,” she answered truthfully. “Dalton took me for a ride on his bike, showed me the ones he’s fixing at his house, cooked dinner, and we just chilled.”

“Oh, so you did what the kids are saying as Netflix and chill?”

“Mom!” Laughter burst from her. Tears streamed down her face at her mother, trying to be hip with modern-day slang. “Where did you hear that from?”

The light turned green. Anya gave the car some gas and continued driving toward her apartment building.

“On television. You are grown and have been crazy over that boy since y’all were kids. It’s about time you two got together.”

“Thanks, Mom.” She giggled. Her apartment building came into view. She pulled into a parking spot and cut the car off. “I’m at my place now. I shouldn’t be long. You choose where we’re going, and I’ll treat.”

“Okay, babe. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Mom.” The call disconnected. Anya sat still for a moment, still chuckling about her mother.

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