The Last Straw
"Thank you, for going back to get my bag, Steven! Gosh, I'm so forgetful, always leaving things behind and making you go out of your way…"
Steven handed her the purse with a doting smile. "Keep better track of your stuff, you little scatterbrain."
Then, he looked at me and snatched away my luggage without even asking, before lowering his voice. "This isn't the time or the place for this, Melanie. We have guests! Do you think you're being appropriate?"
I was dragged inside without a choice, and Jeremy was still in there, crying.
Jenny consoled him while glancing at me apologetically. "Sorry, Melanie, my brother has the intelligence of a five-year-old. He hugged you because he likes you! He di