Cheryl
No wonder he gave no response when I asked if he loved me.
He doesn’t.
Breakfast was oddly quiet this morning.
Intentionally.
I couldn’t believe what I had heard last night. He was only doing what he was doing because his father asked him to. That was it.
A knot twisted in my chest.
How foolish I had been to believe that he cared about me even one bit.
But something about the whole thing still didn’t make sense. What did it have to do with Jenna? And why did he never answer me whenever I asked why he and Jenna didn’t end up getting married?
“Are you okay?” Miles asked, studying me.
“Yeah,” I responded, taking a sip of my water.
“Do you want something? Do you want me to take you to school?” He was trying to figure out my strange behavior.
“No, Chris will take me,” I resp
