Your Dad's Perfect
The weight of Grayson’s betrayal is like an anchor tied to my chest, dragging me deeper into a place where I don’t want to do anything but hide.
“Even if it means getting us to help you decorate the house for Christmas, tonight, November 14th,” Zade says, trying to lighten the mood. “We’ll look crazy, but we’ll do it if it means making you smile.”
November 14th. The date hits me like a punch in the gut. Is it really the 14th already?
“Today’s the 14th?” I ask, my voice trembling. Zade and Joel both nod. “I need to go out,” I say suddenly, the realization sinking in. Today was supposed to be the day Grayson and I went to see the Christmas tree lighting.
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