Sara
I sighed nervously and rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans. It was an odd reaction to have; after all, I was just meeting up with my mom. Lots of girls did that on a daily basis.
But, I suppose those girls didn't believe that their mother was dead for years. Or maybe it was accurate to say that those girls' mothers hadn't led them to believe that they'd been dead.
I scowled. Despite my intentions, Jaxon's words had wormed their way into my mind. Probably because he was right: trusting my mother immediately was a bad idea, especially with the timing. I wanted so badly for Jaxon to be wrong but he very rarely was–at the very least, I could keep my guard up and look for red flags before pretending that our relationship was normal.
I shook my thoughts away and climbed out of the car. M
