The asshole professor was even kind enough to stop me after class to tell me I did a good job that day before asking if I had thought about my plans for summer internships. I couldn’t believe it. I had needed that little boost of confidence since we were headed to Savannah for the weekend. Max, Becca, Parker, and I piled in my car to make the three-hour trek to my parent’s mansion. While I was dreading seeing her, I didn’t think my mother could even kill my good mood from the great week I’d had. Of course the second we walked in the door, she started on me. “Welcome Parker,” she said as she stood at the front door while Parker and I entered. We had dropped Max and Becca off at his house, so Parker was my only hope of deflecting my mother’s wrath. Since Daddy’s heart attack last year, she wasn’t holding back anymore. “Mrs. Miller. How are you?” “Fine,” she said before pressing her lips into a tight line and turning to me.
