Chapter 23

“You never talk about you, Emma. You know everything about me,” he almost pleads, but it falls on deaf ears.

“I never knew your father had an affair before now!” I snap a little more harshly this time, looking at him accusingly and hoping to push this away.

“But you do know now,” he sulks, his green eyes narrowing under furrowed brows. A little boy scolded comes to mind, equally as stubborn as me.

Sometimes we bicker; it usually goes like this and usually for similar topics. I sigh heavily, annoyed at… well, everything. I feel guilty for making him like this and regret my harsh tone immensely. Jake makes me feel bad so easily.

“I’m sure there are things you haven’t told me, Jake. Everyone is entitled to privacy.” I remember the brief look earlier in our conversation and see it reflected in his eyes. Something is there, after all. Thankfully, it seems to cause him to back off, realizing he has secrets too.

“Fine, but it’s just weird.” He dips his eyes do