Quinn brought the hot chocolate back to the sofa in her room and sat down.

“Quinn, do you have something on your mind?” Zoey sat beside her and asked with concern.

“No, not at all.”

Quinn dared not meet her mother’s eyes, fearing that her guilt would be exposed.

She took a shallow sip and the excessive richness had her exclaiming, “Mom, did you put all the chocolate we have at home in this? It’s so thick, I can’t drink it. I don’t want it.”

“Your cycle is irregular and you’ll be prone to cramps, so drinking this might help.”

Quinn admitted, “Well, actually, Mom, I lied to you. I’m perfectly fine.”

Zoey stared at her. “Lied to me? Child, how can you lie about your health? I was planning to buy you some hormone-balancing tea and even probiotics. I thought you could regulate your cycle with those.

“You’re still young and unmarried. If your cycle isn’t regular, you should see a doctor to regulate it. Don’t be shy or avoid medical help.”

Quinn replied, “Mom, do you think I’m the k