Chapter 130

Imogen

I finished giving Katy the details of our captivity and was enjoying the last of the cupcakes. The red velvet. I’d saved it as the last to enjoy it the longest. They were all delicious, but red velvet was my favorite.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I slipped it out as Katy grilled Cyrus about what he learned about Bernard. He was much less forthcoming than me.

MOM: Are you alone?

I was a weird question for my mother to ask.

IMOGEN: Yes.

I tapped out my reply and set my phone on the table. Her response came almost instantly.

MOM: Liar. You’re at the town bakery shoving shit in your face like a fat cow.

What the hell? I spun in my seat, trying to look through the bakery and out the windows. My mother would not speak to me that way. I pushed my chair back, stepping away from the small table, drawing both Katy’s and Cyrus’s attention.

"Is everything okay?" Cyrus asked, standing with me. My freaked-out expression probably didn’t exude a sense of calm.