“That doesn’t sound good.” He takes a drink and swallows his pill.
“I overhead a conversation between your dad and Katherine.” He leans back on the couch, still holding his soda, and waits for me to continue.
“I got up early this morning to get a glass of water downstairs and I heard the two of them arguing in their room. So I kind of listened in.”
“Why would you listen in?” Dominic sounds mad. I probably should’ve kept this to myself.
“Because it sounded like they were talking about me. And they were. Katherine told your dad she wanted me out of the house and that I was never allowed back.”
“Did she give a reason?”
“She uh . . . she said she didn’t want trash like me in the house.”
“That b***h actually called you that?” Dominic bolts up from the couch and goes to the kitchen.
