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Chapter 12

Sanya
“I ’m outside.”

I read the text out loud before it fully registers. I pop out of bed and
pull on some yoga pants and a tank top faster than I think is humanly

possible. It still isn’t fast enough because my mom has a key, and she isn’t afraid to
use it. I Usain Bolt to the common area, but I am too late. My mom is giving a
shirtless Henry an interrogation that rivals the anti-terrorism department while
appreciating his muscles. At least he is wearing joggers.
That is my mom direct. Gail Andrews plays no games. She looks at my sleep
mussed hair and loungewear, and she sighs in dismay.
“You finally get a viable man in this house, and you walk around looking like
his tomboy bestie?”

Henry laughs, and the mom friendly version of his tale of woe falls out of my
mouth like an exploding volcano before I can stop it. He retreats into the kitchen.
I die a little on the inside; I am a terrible friend. I pull out my phone and send a
quick text.
Sanya: I’m sorry I told her your business. She’s relentless and will try to
marry us.

I hear Henry laugh in the kitchen.
Henri: It’s ok. I still love you.
My heart stops. If only he didn’t mean it in the platonic sense. My mom is
studying me. Her perfectly styled hair falls in loose waves past her shoulders. She is
wearing pumps and a red wrap dress. She looks flawless, as usual.