Brooke's POV
It was our last day at the cottage, and I hadn't had a moment to talk with James ever since I got upset about the text from Cameryn. I kept thinking up scenarios of how we were going to tell Chris, but each one ended in a way I wasn't too fond of. I sat in the back seat of the van, James seated next to me. He was on his phone the entire time, making me slightly annoyed and a little worried. Everyone was silent, exhausted from our vacation. We finally arrived home, where I helped unload the van, saying a hearty goodbye to Ellie, Lauren and Abby. I tried to find a moment where I could talk with James, alone, but it was hard with Chris around. Finally, Chris carried something inside, leaving me and James alone for about a minute.
"We need to talk." I spoke up. His dark eyes fle
