Part II: "Crossing Lines"
Copyright © 2014 by Lauren Gilley
Maggie wrapped her hands around the cool glass in front of her and tipped her head, her body language an apology before she spoke. “You and Mercy sitting on the steps…”
Ava gripped the back of her chair hard. She felt her jaw clench and tried to keep her breathing regular. Just the suggestion that her mother knew sent her into immediate fight-or-flight mode, and since she was a Teague, fight was winning out. “Mom–”
“I understand,” Maggie said. “Trust me, baby, I understand more than anyone else in the world.” Her little smile said, Pregnant at your age, remember? “There’s pain there, Ava. It would be so messy and it would hurt you so bad.”
Ava swallowed and stared down at her white knuckles. “You think I don’t know that?”