No Mercy for the Unfaithful
In a fit of rage, I hurled the basketball in my hands directly at James.
Fate is a funny thing. Sometimes, it’s beautiful; other times, it’s downright cursed.
When my parents dragged me along to apologize to James, it turned out our families knew each other.
“Oh, look who it is! Little Amy! You’ve grown so much! I remember holding you when you were just a tiny bundle of joy. Do you remember me? Joe?”
My dad and James’s dad, Joe Jonas, were best friends back in college. If Joe’s family hadn’t moved overseas to start their business, we might’ve had some kind of childhood betrothal.
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