As we walked to the leaving room, my mind was just on Zack. He was worried about me and his brother. He was worried about his daughter. At least, that was what I told myself. Or was I just trying to ignore the fact he was a self-centered person.
But judging by the way he behaved with Paul, I had hoped he was changing.
Maybe he was good and seeing his brother treating him in that way made that goodness in him sparkle.
I realized I was smiling.
Then I heard someone call my name. Both me and Paul turned and Zack was running after us.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” He asked, catching his breath. But he didn’t entirely look at me. He swiftly looked at Paul, seeking for his approval.
“It’s her choice. I don’t own her and she is the mother of your child, little bro,” Paul spoke, laughing
