Chapter 32: Momma Knows
Abigail’s POV
"Do you think I don’t know?” Momma cried. She inched toward me, her gaze locked upon mine like a predator stalking its prey.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. I backed away, never letting my eyes look away from hers. Even a minute with my focus away from her would make me an open target.
I already knew what she was going to say next, but I refused to be the first to admit what she wanted to hear. I couldn’t give her that satisfaction.
“How was your date at the bookstore?” Momma asked, but she didn’t want an actual answer. She spit the words in my face and wanted me to feel shame.
“What?” I gasped.
How did she know? Did she have a camera in my car or was my phone bugged? I started sweating. How much did she listen to me and Elle? Did she hear me tell Elle I loved her? Would she go after Elle now?
“How do you –”
Momma held up her hand to silence me. I complied.