DEVIN
Griffin is asking too much about his father now and I hate lying to him.
I sighed, rubbing my pounding temple. After a few minutes of ogling the not so pretty interesting door, I took one sweatshirt and pajama bottoms to the closet and walked out of the room in search of Devin.
I’m ready to have that talk with him.
A girl’s voice made me halt on my step.
“Dev,” the girl said, “let’s go to my room then if you have a friend over.”
“Not tonight, Cara,” Devin answered.
Not tonight? So if it was any other night it would be okay?
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