" Have you eaten breakfast? I can make pancakes.” What? “I’m not hungry, Rach, come talk to me.” “You’re always hungry.” She walked past me and into the kitchen. “If you’re hungry, we can get something later. But for now, come talk to me about what just happened.” She faltered somewhat but kept walking into the kitchen. When she hit the pantry she shrugged and looked over her shoulder at me. “Mrs. Adams caught me at a bad time, I was just getting out of the shower. I didn’t feel like helping her this week.” “Bullshit, you’re the only one who will help her. You said she needs it. Why were you crying?” “Cramps.” “Woman, get the fuck out of the kitchen and come talk to me!” Her body went rigid as she turned to completely face me. Her blue eyes were massive and after a few seconds she laughed awkwardly and turned back to the open pantry. “First time in the history of the world a female was told to get out of the kitchen.” “Damn it, Rachel. I’m not kidding! I want to know what the fuck happened to you; you’re done throwing up your damn shield with me!” Calm down, man. Calm the hell down. You’re going to scare her and she’s going to run rather than talk to you. “Rachel.” I lowered my voice and spoke softly. “Get your ass on the couch. Now.” Without "
― Molly McAdams , Forgiving Lies (Forgiving Lies, #1)