جميع فصول : الفصل

(Millie POV)I picked a fight at six forty-five on a Wednesday evening because I am not, at twenty-three, the kind of woman who is good at waiting for explanations at night. I had been good at waiting for explanations for months. I had been good at waiting at the lake, in the garage, on the kitchen counter, in the pantry, on the lawn at the lake shore, in his bed, on the back porch, under the throw blanket in front of the bay window. I had been waiting with my body the way a person waits at a bus stop in the rain. I had been waiting for him to come to me with the explanation. He had not come. Adrianna was downstairs making dinner. He was not coming tonight either, and I was tired of being the woman he had spent the afternoon not coming to.“Mother,” I said at dinner.“Yes, baby?”“Did you ever have a roommate named Vivienne?”The kitchen went quiet in the way kitchens go quiet when something has been said that someone was not expecting. Adrianna set her fork down. “Vivienne Ashford?”