And she was right. I couldn't refuse. Not without playing right into her hands.
"Fine," I said, the word tasting like poison in my mouth. "Tomorrow. At the community pool. But let's get one thing straight, Yasmine. This is not a truce. This is not a ceasefire. This is me allowing you to be present in a public space, where I can keep an eye on you."
A slow, triumphant smile spread across her face. "Fair enough, Luna," she said, the title a deliberate insult. "Fair enough."
With a final, lingering look, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, my blood running cold. What was she doing? Why was she trying to be nice to me now? What was she planning? The question was like a splinter in my mind, a constant, irritating presence that I couldn't ignore.
"Who was that, Mommy?" Lia
