Chapter 12

“We just saw him last week. Complete, sweetheart.” Christian smiles softly, deviously vague and curbing more suspicion.

“Right. And he has that girlfriend, Natasha, to be caring for too. It’s not down to him to be solely responsible for our girl. She’s got to learn to do it solo.” My dad cuts in, and I tense, anger bubbling at the mention of her while Leila is riling my nerves. Suddenly ultra-touchy with this subject when I know the source of my heartache is less than a hundred feet away at his parent’s house tonight. This is why I have avoided family dinners, where everyone gets to come together to focus on me.

“Nice girl… never really seen the connection, though. She’s a bit… I don’t know… bland. A bit quiet and tame for our Arry.” My mom is frowning my way as if she expects me to have some input, and I frown hard back at her.

“Lame more like,” Leila mutters, and for once, I find myself smiling at her impulsively. I always knew she was lukewarm to the other girl,