6

"Good day at school, honey?" Mom's smiling pleasantly as she places my plate in front of me. She always asks and I always tell her it was fine. Tonight when she asks, my brain darts back over the day, finishing with the image of Izzy sitting in her car with the engine running, shades hanging from her mouth, as she pulled her hair up and fixed it into a messy bun. She offered no more than a disinterested glance in my direction before she covered her eyes with the shades, pulled out and drove off.

"Edward?" I look up at my mom and she's still smiling expectantly at me.

"Yeah, it was ok."

I hear Emmett snort. He studied me closely each time our paths crossed today. He knows my day was far from fine. Hopefully I managed to focus my mind for long enough to pass my tests, otherwise my mom will know too.

I feign exhaustion after dinner, wanting to escape to my room and be alone. Em raises his eyebrows at me but says nothing. I hope he stays just as silent once I'm out of earshot. Mom doesn't need to know.

~S~