#Chapter 186 Tessa’s Mother

Tessa’s POV My entire body froze at his question. My mother? Why would he want to know about my mother? He didn’t sound upset or accusatory, but he looked at me with this curiosity like there might be something I might not be telling him. But I haven’t kept anything from him; I would have told him if I knew anything more about my mother. “I don’t know much about her,” I told him, narrowing my eyes at him. “She died when I was three.” “Do you know how she died?” I furrowed my brows together at his questioning. If he had done any kind of research on me, like he claimed he did, then it would be listed online as an attack. It was the same story my father had told me growing up that some bad men attacked her on her way to the store. It was at night so there weren’t any witnesses. Later my father revealed that they were gang members. But that was all I knew about her death. This certainly wasn’t the topic I wanted to talk about during our date. I only wanted to know how he knew my fat