Seems as though Mum has found the glue that’s put her back together.
“I’m happy, you know that?” She touches her hair again. “I met someone and we’ve been going out for nearly a year now. I didn’t want to tell you about him until I made sure we were serious. We are, darling. He makes me feel like I deserve a second chance and it’d mean so much to me if you accept him.”
“As long as he’s not my age,” I joke.
“No, of course not.” She smiles awkwardly. “But he’s someone you know.”
“Someone I know?”
She swallows. “Sebastian.”
I nearly drop the unfinished slice of cake to the plate. Not much surprises me, but this definitely does. “Sebastian Queens?”
She nods.
“Silver’s father?” I know I’m starting to sound redundant and like a fucking idiot, but it’s like my brain is unable to process the information.
“I know you two don’t get along so much, but Seb and I are hoping you’ll be closer with time.”
Seb. She’s calling him Seb. They’re already close.
And now I’m getting unwelcome images about Silver’s dad and my mum.
“Honey?” Mum’s face contorts. She keeps touching her hair and her apron and her hand, which means she’s getting out of sorts.
The idea that I won’t accept Sebastian is throwing her in an endless loop. If I tell her no, she’ll choose me — I have no doubt about that — but she’ll relapse back to acute depression. She’ll need her meds again. She won’t put on makeup or let her hair loose. She’ll stop singing and jogging and getting out of bed.
I’ll never hurt my mother that way.
When I was six and William threw a pan at me, she hugged me and took the entire hit on her back. Then he kicked her in the ribs for getting in his way. She had those bruises for weeks. She cried in the shower every night.
But she still protected me every time William came after me, taking all the beatings on my behalf.
She still loved me, even when she was at her lowest.
“I’d love to meet Sebastian as your prospect other half, Mum.”
Her features light up. “R-really?”
“Really.” I stand, round the counter, and engulf her in a hug. “I’m happy for you.”
“Oh, darling.” She cries into my neck. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”
I pat her back. “And you don’t know how much this means to me.”
Silver hates me, but soon enough, she’ll be forced into having every dinner with me.
And she’ll pay.
I might not like Silver Queens, but I’ve always considered her something sacred.
And mine.
She ruined that.
She ruined everything.
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