Chapter 22

The drive back to the Andrews’ the following night after Colin's dad's birthday dinner was silent. Becky barely uttered five sentences throughout the twenty-seven-minute ride. 

“Sweetheart, please say something,” Colin pleaded when he stopped the car in front of their building.

“What do you expect me to say?” she retorted. “Your mom embarrassed me several times in front of everyone at your house today.” 

“I know.” he rubbed the back of his neck and squeezed her hand. “And I apologize again on her behalf.”

"You know she did it intentionally," she said sadly. "Why does she hate me so much?"

"Please, don't talk like that, sweet," Colin squeezed her hand more. "She doesn't hate you."

"Oh," she opened the car door. "I hear you," she said and got out of the car. Becky didn't even want to fight him. She wished he didn't ask her to say something.  

"Sweetheart," he called out desperately as she climbed out of the car.