Callum
“How do you think it is going?” I asked Conrad. Our father had gone inside to use the bathroom, so I quickly took the opportunity to ask him what he thought. “With mom and Veronica,”
“Hopefully, it is going well. I really want them to get along,” he answered softly. We were both being mindful of our father, even though everything seemed fine. It could change at any second, and we didn’t want to rock the already unsteady boat. Our parents may have accepted us, and our relationship, but that didn’t mean it was easy for them. Or us, for that matter.
“Same here,” I whispered. “It would be super awkward if they ended up disliking each other,”
“Mom would probably expect us to reject her if that happened,” Conrad remarked thoughtfully, and I growled softly. That wouldn’t happen. Would
