Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 33
MY MOTHER’S accusation hurdles through the air like a slow-motion car
crash, slowing time as the world simultaneously implodes around us.
On impact, my ribs are crushed, splintering into a million little pieces and
swept away in my bloodstream. My heart feels like an overinflated balloon,
popping when stretched to its limits, and I try to swallow down the ache in
my throat as my eyes find Kal’s, hoping for some kind of hint that she’s
lying.
That she’s just trying to get under my skin and make me feel bad for
abandoning her.
Jaw clenched, Kal meets my gaze, eyes guarded but transparent. His
shoulders slump just the slightest fraction, and his Adam’s apple jumps, and I
quickly drop my stare to the table, feeling tears burning behind my lids at his
silence.
It’s a sign. An admission.