Phil's POV
A picture of Chelsea in Theo’s lap, whispering in his ear or kissing it. It was kind of dark, I couldn't tell. “If they weren’t official then, they are now.” That’s what Diana had sent me in a text, to which I’d promptly thrown up.
I’d gone to Danny’s last night.
He’d literally made me hot tea and introduced me to his parents, his little sisters. There were two of them, one ten years old, one just toddling about, and both of them were very obviously enthusiastic at seeing their brother come home.
They were a close knit, loving family.
And they go to my church, too.
When he’d led me upstairs, to his bedroom, I’d thought . . . I don’t know what I’d thought, really. That he might make a move. Push me down. Take advantage.
But not everybody is l
