Chapter 108

June's POV

"Come here," Zed's mom flung her arms around both of us as we reached the bottom stair.

I clung to his hand awkwardly, not sure what to do. My mother had only hugged me maybe one time that I remembered; she was usually either drunk, high, or just plain mean.

A lot like my dad.

It had never occurred to me just how similar they were until that moment. I guess because while she'd only attacked with words, he'd done so much more.

A shudder rolled down my spine at the thoughts and memories, and I pushed them back into the steel box I tried to keep them in.

"I was worried when you disappeared," she clucked, looking at Zed. Then, she focused on me. "Damn, you're beautiful." Her hands cupped my face.

I tried not to flinch at the sudden contact.

"You're lucky, Zed."

"I know, Mom." He peeled her hands off my face, and brushed at my cheeks lightly, as if in apology. "Go easy on the touching."

"Alright, fine. I've got breakf