( Kayley )
“What do you mean, you are moving out?” I asked Wyatt as I watched him move around the kitchen as he picked at the dinner plate Aunt Yolanda had put aside for him.
“It means exactly that,” he said before he stabbed at the piece of steak.
“I don’t understand…why would you move out…none of this is making any sense to me,” I said as I huffed out. “Is it because of me?” I dared to ask. Wyatt continued to stuff cut-up pieces of steak in his mouth, and I wasn’t sure if that meant it was because of me, or because he didn’t want to explain himself. “Wyatt…” I urged as my nerves picked up. “Just talk to me,”
“I can’t stay here,” he finally said, and I frowned. “It’s not because of you or anything like that. Adam owns a set of apartments close to the café and I overheard him saying
