ARIA
Uncle Barty doesn't say anything to me in the car, and I suspect that it's because he senses my bad mood.
That's all I've been doing lately. This massive ball of mixed emotions that can't be separated from one another. When I'm not angry, I'm sad, and when I'm not sad, I'm depressed. It's a vicious cycle, made worse by Ryder's request for a rejection.
I mean, I wanted a rejection. Yet, I'm upset that he would dismiss me so coldly after trying to assure me that things weren't as I understood them.
I don't know. I'm tired of thinking about this over and over again.
When he parks the car in front of our house, though, he says to me, "I received an invitation today, and your name was written on it."
I frown. "What do you mean, Unc?"
"It means that you and I are expected to go
