Jeremy’s P.O.V.
I sat inside my mother’s kitchen, a cup of steaming hot coffee resting in my hand as I watched my mother move around the kitchen like a well-oiled machine, which seemed to bring me some peace of mind in this crazy thing that was called my life at the moment. For some odd reason, the woman who had kissed every scrape on my knees after every fall I had ever made, the woman who dried my every tear as a kid, the woman who patted me on the back whenever I did something good in my life because she had always been my number one cheerleader, was just the person that I needed to be with right now after getting my heart broken by the woman who held it in her tiny little hands. Even though my mother, in a way, had started the argument between Indigo and me, my mother was still the on
