“So have the two of you made up now?” I ask.
They look between each other without answering me and steer their narrowed eyes my way.
They are lucky they look so good together. I feel a bit jealous wishing Ethen would call and give me some kind of excuse or explanation.
My mind goes back to what I saw in Gordon'ss office before I ran out of there. Why was there a squeezed picture of him and my mom in his drawer?
“Why are you sulking when you should be celebrating?” Anna asks me, and Greg's eyes flick to mine
immediately, and she catches it.
“Do I have to kill someone before you spill,” she raises a brow between the both of us.
“I saw Ethan” I start and she looks at me like how is that any news until I finish my statement.
“Downstairs with a stripper.”
Her eyes widen in understandi
