Chapter 7. CPR Administration

“Jesus, Farrah! Will you calm down?”

No. I won’t calm down. I kept calm yesterday, but woe betide me if I keep calm again today.

“Calm down?” I thundered as I jabbed a finger at him. “You want me to calm down? You’re really pathetic, Kian!”

“Will somebody tell me in heaven’s name why my daughter is yelling so much so early in the morning?”

We both turned to find my mother standing in the doorway, hands planted firmly on her hips, eyes narrowed. If we has been in any other situation, I would have gushed over her coming into my marital home for the first time.

“Oh, thank heavens you’re here, mother. Maybe you will be able to knack some sense into your brazen son-in-law.”

My mother pursed her lips. “I’m not knocking sense into anyone until you tell me what’s going on.”

Kian schooled his face into a mask, before saying, “Your daughter is overreacting