Right then, I wished Aline was a chatterbox, because that way I could have focused on what she was saying instead of being left to my own thoughts. As the minutes and hours ticked inexorably away, dragging me toward my future, I could feel tension knotting within me, all my worries coming to the fore. It was one thing to reassure myself that everything would be fine, that Rafe and I had come to an understanding and everything after today would be sparkles and unicorns, but I didn’t know that for sure. He had his own demons to battle, and while I thought I understood some of the animosity he displayed toward his mother, it still made me uncomfortable. The last thing I wanted was to get caught between them somehow.
And sooner or later we would have to figure out what in the world was going
