"Is Paul Eklund the family you're here to help?"
James looks at me with confused eyes. "I mean, his dad is my mom's younger brother. So it's safe to assume yes." He shrugs nonchalantly.
I feel sick to my stomach. I never told James about Paul, and he never asked. He knew I had been hurt in the past, but he never pried. He always figured I'd tell him when or if I was ready to talk about it. But I never was.
"Edie…"
"I'm sure they're expecting you, I should bring you back."
He followed me, shutting the door behind him. He grabbed my arm gently, stopping me from walking away. "I'll go, but can you wait for me? I'll cut out early and we can talk and hangout, okay?"
"Okay." I really didn't want to talk about this, and I knew he wouldn't force me, but I did want to spend time with him.
