Even
if everyone pretends not to pay attention to what is happening, I’m aware all
eyes are on us. What are my choices? Disappearing and giving Bethany and Mrs.
Anderson the satisfaction of knowing they got to me, or advancing toward them
and pretending that seeing him hug Bethany didn’t hurt me? I choose to face the
situation. I’m not going to repeat the mistakes of the past.
“Ethan,
glad you’re back!” I exclaim with an unnaturally happy voice.
“Am
I really supposed to believe that?”
He
doesn’t seem to want to play along. His tone is frosty, and he does nothing to
hide it.
“Of
course! Without you the place seemed empty. Fortunately, Bethany arrived. What
a pleasant surprise to see she’s always present in your life.”
“Why
wouldn’t she be?”
I
feel a knot form in the pit o
