CHAPTER 17
“Mia!” Mom calls from the back door of the cabin.
I leave my spot next to Chris by the dock and run barefoot toward the cabin. “Yeah?”
“Come in here,” Mom says. “I have a question for you.”
“Okay,” I bound in, ready for a question about the final guest count or food allergies. But when I see Mom’s face, I realize this is something far more serious.
“You having a good time so far with Chris?” she begins.
“Yeah.” I hesitate, only because she’s looking at me so intently. What’s going on?
Mom glances out the window as she dries her hands on the kitchen towel. Chris is sitting on the dock, his feet dangling in the water. “What are you guys talking about out there?”
What is this? An interrogation? “Nothing much,” I answer. “Why?”
Mom lets out a sigh. “Well, graduation is brin
