ADVERTISEMENT
The Pressure Begins
My mother Donna gave me a thin, tight smile. “Sweetheart, Brooke needs stability right now. You can always return to school later.”
“You don’t even go out much anyway. You won’t miss it.”
“That’s completely irrelevant,” I said, feeling my chest tighten.
“No.” My voice trembled slightly, but I kept it steady. “I’m not giving away my college fund.”
The entire room went completely silent. You could have heard a pin drop.