I barely slept after my mother's phone call, and when morning finally came, I felt like I had spent the entire night arguing with myself.
Part of me wanted to cancel the meeting. Another part of me knew I couldn't keep avoiding the questions that had been building for months.
I showered, brushed my teeth, pulled my hair into a loose ponytail, and dressed in jeans, boots, and a clean Lawson Customs shirt before heading downstairs.
Jace was already in the clubhouse kitchen, and he was pouring coffee into two mugs when I walked in and he looked at me for a few seconds.
"You didn't sleep." He said.
"I slept." I said as he raised an eyebrow.
"That wasn't convincing." He said and I smiled faintly as he handed me a mug.
"I kept thinking about Mom." I said.
"Are you still meeting her?" He
