Dave tried to quell the raging storm in his chest, but nothing he did worked. “I don’t want to go to San Diego, because I’m not ready to meet your mother.”
“You’ve already met my mother.” Sissy could really stride in those heels, even across grass. She possessed some sort of superpower, in Dave’s opinion, to be able to walk in shoes like that at all.
She reached the road and paused, looking up at him. “Why don’t you just tell me what’s really going on?”
“There’s nothing going on,” he said in a burst. “That’s just it, Sissy. There’s nothing going on.”
nothingThey’d talked and talked and talked. About kids. About adoption. About waiting too long. About family. About everything.
everyDave was done talking.
He wasn’t quite sure when he’d reached that decision, but that was where he’d fou
