Nicole Harper
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My little bubble broke anyway.
I packed my things and returned to my apartment right before my mother returned.
It wasn’t because I was guilty. It wasn’t like I couldn’t face her after spending a whole month straight in her husband’s bed. I’d come to terms with the fact that I was a horrible person. I’d accepted the fact that I liked and wanted Tristan.
But just because I was a horrible person didn’t mean I had no right to get mad at her. I was still angry that she let my father back into my life without permission.
Speaking of the man, I hadn’t heard from him which was odd. It was a relief but very much did nonetheless. I wondered if that had to do with Tristan. He did say he was going to take care of the man. I didn’t know what he’d meant by that, but I was curio
