“No,”
My heart wanted to trust Aiden. He’d sacrificed so much for me, he returned the spark in my life and gave me confidence.
How could I throw him under the bus because of a video?
“Fine,” Betty grabbed my wrist. “Since you have refused to accept the truth; I am forced to make you see it.”
She dragged me out of my bedroom and I frowned, tugging against her.
“Enough, Betty!”
“You say that I’m your friend, right?” She asked, stepping closer. “You say that you trust Aiden, right?
I nodded.
“Then come with me. Respect our friendship and prove Aiden’s innocence too. If he’s not at that restaurant, I’ll fall at his feet and apologize.”
An unfamiliar feeling sank into my stomach.
Betty sounded so sure, besides, what was the harm in going?
Aiden wasn’t going to be there anyway
