ARTHUR
I stepped away from the ride, my eyes set on the woman that’d joined Evelyn on the bench.
Cheryl.
We used to f**k. Last year. She started getting too attached and I had to let her go. What the f**k was she up to?
Toby grabbed my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts. He had a shy smile on his face when he said, “Can we try another ride?”
I smiled back, but the moment I realized how ridiculous I must look grinning like that, I cleared my throat and wiped the smile off my face.
“Sure. We bought enough tickets.”
“Yes!”
We walked to another ride, and I threw a glance back at the ladies, meeting Evelyn’s eyes this time. She had a curious look in her eyes, bordering on accusatory, even.
I took a deep breath and led Toby to the second ride.
It was a pirate ship ride, one of the sm
