June.
“He’s taking you to the hospital?”
“Yes, he offered to drive me, is that okay?”
Ariana was at the door, she smiled. “I love it, I really want you and my dad to be on good terms, you are my best friend, and I want you to be free and comfortable around the house, I don’t like it when you walk on edge every time you are here.”
I nodded and placed my shirt into my backpack, Ariana stepped aside from the door. “Did he say anything to you at the dining in the morning?”
“He was worried about you.”
She laughed. “That’s the last thing he could do, be worried about me.”
“You wanted you to get back to doing what you do best.”
The smile waned from her face. “Did he mention my mother?”
I hummed.
She snorted. “I suspect that he would say that, that was the best excuse he’s got, not
