Chapter Twenty-Two
Ella
“Darleen, come here,” I whispered as she passed my bedroom door.
Pausing, she looked into my room. “What? And why are you whispering?”
Wiggling my finger, I encouraged her to come inside, “Come here.” It was still early in the morning; we hadn’t even got ready for work yet. Mom was in the living room, reading a book. She’d listen to us talking and shouldn’t hear what I was about to say.
Darleen came in, closing the door behind her, understanding the need for privacy. “What’s the hush-hush all about, Ella?”
“Tyrell said he loved me last night.” I bit my lower lip trying not to burst out with some happy song.
“He did not!” she said with wide eyes. “You mean in your dreams or something? You went to bed way before they got back from the bar. Or did you go to his
