I nod, letting Serena's words sit between us. The light from the bedside lamp glows across the room, creating a halo around the edges of Serena’s profile as she stares up at the ceiling like it might offer some kind of comfort. I can still feel the tension clinging to her like sweat. “Do you even love him?” I ask gently. “Nathan.” Her lips part, but nothing comes out right away. Then, in a small voice, she says, “Maybe. He’s sweet, and he cares about me.” Her throat catches. A soft hiccup follows. Then the first sob. “And I just broke his heart,” she whispers, as if realizing it for the first time. “I’m an evil person, Sloane. So evil.” Her face crumples and her shoulders hunch inward. The tears come fast now. I slide toward her across the mattress and wrap my arms around her, pulling her into my chest. She doesn’t fight it. Just shudders in my hold, her body trembling. And even though she’s the older one, the taller one, the louder one, in this moment she feels impossibly smal
Once Mom regains her bearings, she turns and vanishes, no doubt going to throw the rest of Jade’s things down. Before anyone can move, Jade storms toward Nathan, fists tight. “I hope you’re ready to eat unsolid food for the rest of your life, you piece of shit,” he growls. “I will knock your teeth out.” Nathan spreads his arms. “Do it. Show your wife who you really are. And Rena, please—let go. I don’t want to push you off.” Serena is clinging to him now after he'd tugged his coat out of her grip before. Her arms are wound tight around his torso like she’s trying to hold the whole world together through sheer force of will. Her face is buried against his chest, and she’s trembling so hard it feels like the ground itself might be unsteady beneath them. Nathan doesn’t push her away. His hands stay frozen at his sides. Jade, of course, needs something to hit, and Nathan has let himself become a target after that reveal. Jade reaches them and rips Serena away from Nathan. She stumble
I’m pretty sure everyone in the room has stopped breathing. Mom's face drains of all color, eyes pinned to Jade with an expression I’ve never seen on her before. It’s not just shock. It’s not just betrayal. It’s far worse. Jade doesn’t move either, though I see his jaw tick. His eyes are locked on hers like he’s trying to telepathically explain the impossible. But there’s nothing to say that can fix this. “Is this some sort of prank?” Mom finally asks. “If it is, you all better stop it. It’s not funny.” “It’s not a prank, Mom,” Serena says, almost whispering. Jade turns to her. “Would you just shut up? You’ve done enough already.” “Done enough?” Serena’s voice cracks. “What? You expected me to keep lying?” “I expected you not to make everything about yourself. You took advantage of me when I was drunk! I kept it a secret from your mother so she wouldn’t hate you, and now you’ve decided to blow it all up?” He looks like he wants to throw something—at the wall, at himself, maybe
Outside, the evening air is cool against my skin. I drive through the familiar streets with subtle tension in my chest. The sun is just beginning to set, casting everything in gold and shadow. I keep glancing at the key he gave me, sitting in the cup holder. I don’t know what’s more dangerous—him giving me this much access or me wanting it. By the time I pull into my mother’s driveway, the sky is darkening. I park behind Nathan’s car and step out, smoothing my dress once more before walking up the steps and knocking. Jade answers and barely spares me a glance as he moves out of the way. I walk in, and the scent of rosemary and garlic hits me immediately. Laughter drifts from the kitchen. I follow the sound past the living room, where Nathan’s sitting in a crisp suit watching TV. I wave. He waves back, the picture of composed anticipation. My purse goes down on the nearest side table. I follow the sound of laughter into the kitchen and stop at the doorway. My mother and Serena are
I rush to her and wrap my arms around her shoulders. She’s thinner than I remember but just as solid in presence. The familiar scent of her perfume, gardenia and something woodsy, floods my senses. “Oh, oh, careful there, child,” she says, laughing. “Grandma’s not as strong as she was when you were throwing yourself at her.” I release her with a sheepish smile. “Is this really you?” “What? Is your eyesight getting worse?” “Absolutely not. My eyes are perfect.” She smirks, then peers past me. “I can see that. Who’s this fine young man?” I glance back. Knox is standing by the boutique’s entrance, looking far too innocent for someone who just bought thousands of dollars’ worth of clothes like it was groceries. I reach for Grandma's arm and lead her toward him. “Grandma, this is Knox, my boyfriend. Knox, this is my grandmother, June Mercer.” Knox transfers all the bags into one hand and extends the other. “It’s nice to meet you, June.” She takes his hand. “Nice to meet you too,
I spent the entire Saturday trying to get Knox to talk about Lydia. You’d think I asked him to pry open Thanos’s fist with a nail file.It’s exhausting. I feel like I’m dancing around landmines with every casual mention of his childhood. My curiosity is gnawing at me, but experience tells me to tread lightly. The few times her name has slipped into our conversations, Knox has either shut down or changed the subject.But I have questions. So many questions. Is Lydia their sister? A cousin? A foster kid who stayed too long? Was she a kid or older? What exactly happened that relates to Finn being obsessed over a baby?I chew on these questions like they’re stale gum. And Knox, in all his maddening restraint, keeps dropping fragments. A reference here. A reference there. I bet he's the kind of person who will tell you a friend is getting a divorce and then say he didn’t ask why. Like, how do you just… not ask?I’m slowly coming to realize I’m dating a man who gives half-stories.So now I’