I don’t know what to say or how to feel. But it seems as if Ryker doesn’t need me to say anything. He understands my distress, and is there to comfort me on the ride back home.
My mom doesn’t have the courage to talk to me or even look me in the eyes. She just dashes to the room as soon as we enter our flat.
“Needless to say, the night didn’t turn out as I expected,” I giggle humorlessly, looking at the closed door bitterly, while addressing my boyfriend - the only constant in my life right now.
He hugs me tight and tells me, “You don’t need to fake it with me, little girl.”
His words carry a soft reprimand that makes my eyes tear up.
My parents are not in love. How blind can I be to not see that?
Even worse, my parents had an agreement - an agreement that is no more because
