REINER
For the first time ever, Paisley was not happy to see me.
She didn’t even talk to me – just shot me an angry look as I walked in and returned to her iPad. I didn’t even have candies to get her to warm up to me, so I was in knee-deep s**t with her as well.
“She’s in her room,” aunt Frances told me. An hour had passed since I’d reached her house: I’d seen Becky cry on her shoulder, and leave the couch after a while, but I’d still waited a little more before knocking. “She was exhausted, poor sweetheart. You need to do a better job as a mate, you know that, right?”
I nodded, shame burning in the pit of my stomach. “I wanted to tell her,” I said. “I just … the timing …”
“These are not things you have to say to me, Reiner,” she told me. “You have to say them to her”.
Well – joke
