41
LILY
Our outing to the beach below Grey and Blaine’s got cancelled thanks to the FBI showing up at their house on Sunday morning.
The better part of the day had been spent answering questions—or so Grey told me.
I hadn’t spoken to Blaine at all other than a goodnight text on Saturday, then one on Sunday.
Even Grey hadn’t reached out with an actual call, simply texted to give me updates throughout the day.
While I understood the upheaval in the household and the stress and anxiety Sarah had brought into Blaine’s life, I still felt hurt. Ignored. Selfish, perhaps, but I couldn’t talk myself out of my feelings.
Maybe it was just damn PMS creating a worrywart b***h in my head, but I battled negative thoughts non-f*****g-stop.
I wasn’t about to poke and intrude into who the hell knew
