Chapter 22 - Jo Thompson

Jo POV

“I am working,” I tell my mom, that ignores what I just said and walks into my room with a tray in hand. I am in the middle of a conference call, having some training. She walks behind me, and my boss frowns. Great. Now he is going to know I am not in New York. Yes, I can work remotely, but not remotely from across the country.

“Jo? Was that your mother?” My boss asks, and I nod. I bite my lower lip as he looks at me, and I smile.

“She came to visit before the holidays,” I lie, and he nods, offering me a smile, and my mom looks at me as if I am the most terrible person in the world for lying. I wave her off, and she walks out of my room, allowing me to focus again on the matter at hand.

When the meeting is over, and I am free, I throw my earphones on the desk and stand up, walking straight into the kitchen to find Becca sitting at the kitchen table talking to my mom. I stop near the door, and when her eyes meet mine, I can tell she has been crying. Becca clears the tears