“You’re awfully quiet,” Georgina commented as she handed me a cup of coffee. We were in the waiting room. Christian’s undergone another chemotherapy, “I thought you were gonna spend today with Adrianna.”
I stared at the cup in my hands, “It’s her birthday. I forgot, George.”
How could I have forgotten her birthday? God, no wonder she’s so pissed at me right now. I downed the cup in one gulp, not caring that the hot liquid could burn my throat. Georgina just stared at me. And then she sat beside me and placed a hand on my bicep, “James, you should fix this.”
“She’s pissed at me.”
“When I was pissed at you, you’d go through the ends of the earth just to apologize to me. Why won’t you do the same thing right now?”
I ran a hand through my hair. I’m pretty sure it looked so messed up right
