Chapter 225
I leaned against the doorframe, watching my mother work. She moved with the same rhythm she'd had my entire life, efficient, precise, unhurried. There was comfort in that rhythm, in the knowledge that some things never changed.
"Something on your mind?" she asked without turning around.
I hesitated. Then I crossed to the table and sat down. "Nothing. Just about job.'
My mother's hands stilled on the counter. For a moment, she didn't move. Then she slowly turned to face me, drying her hands on a towel.
"Why so you always think about job? You should think about yourself now. About your wedding."
My mother's words hit me like a splash of cold water. I blinked, taken aback by her directness.
"The wedding..." I repeated.
