SARAH
I watch as Julian makes his way into the living room, strutting like he owns the place. He might be trying to act oblivious to the eyes staring daggers at his back as he walks away.
I’m not sure how I feel about being in this situation, since it’s one that could be easily avoided if people remember something like courtesy exists. Most of my anger is directed towards Julian…and myself.
Whatever episode we had at the hospital must have sent the wrong signal. In a bid to be nice to him when I thought he was the only one who cared enough to check on me, I must have become too nice. That’s the only way to explain why he feels comfortable enough to just show up at my house.
He settles into one of the lush couches, while Jaxon walks ahead of me. Malachi follows him behind, and Ronan
