C sat down and took a deep breath through her nose. “This is fine,” she gasped.
“Are you sure?” Q asked, not wanting to get close to the table.
“It’s fine,” she said. “We have to talk about this.”
“What is there…to talk about?” Q genuinely wondered.
“We’re talking about the fact that you were with Jacob last weekend,” C winced and muttered.
“What?” Q moaned. “I did not. I was with my mom.”
“Then explain why Jacob’s number came up on the caller ID?” C snarled, clenching her fists and pounding on the table.
“Did you listen to the message? Did he say anything?” Q inquired.
“Are you...