“What are you going to tell us eventually?” I flinch when I suddenly hear Rowan's voice from behind. I'm in my room, talking with Mom on the phone. I quickly hang up the call and turn around to face him in the door frame, his eyes narrowing down at me. We lock eyes, heart racing in my chest. Swallowing, I tell him to come in before I sit on the edge of the bed. Closing the door behind him and sitting next to me, he asks again, “Are you hiding something from us, Carolina?”
I should probably tell him now.
“I-it's about Mathew's father,” I mutter, staring at the wall as if Rowan is standing there. I don't want to see his reaction once I finally confess. He's silent, waiting for me to continue.
Tristan apologised for what he did the other night. He said he didn't do it on purpose; he was dr
