SHELLY'S POV

I rolled my eyes, throwing my head back and looking up as if my answers lay somewhere above.

Sighing for like the hundredth time, I raised my hand and digging it into my messy bun started to scratch away at the annoying itch or should I just say, the discomfort I was getting from the mere presence of the woman sitting across me.

Bringing my hand down, I scratched at my neck but it didn't help with the unease.

Then there was my mother's hand, tapping impatiently at the ...