Page 47 of Fight Or Flight

Confused, I pull away from her.

“I overheard Eric ask his parents if he could go to a party tonight and I asked him if he wouldn’t mind taking you along. This way you can meet people your own age. Make some friends. Have a little fun. Be a kid.”

Oh.

My.

God.

How embarrassing.

“Mom! Why would you do that?”

“Why are you turning red? It’ll be fun.”

Before I can argue any further a knock sounds on the door and we both turn to see Eric standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets and a small smile playing on his lips.

“Hey, you almost ready?”

No.

Not at all.

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