Twenty-Three
Trixie
“That was intense,” I said softly, after a few seconds of us standing in Wes’s room in silence.
He’d been staring at the door since he shut it, and swung his gaze to me. He looked miserable.
“Hey,” I murmured, moving to wrap my arms around him. “I’m sorry.”
Wes pulled me tight and held on.
“No, I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to put up with that.”
“Is she always so…” I wasn’t sure what word to use. She was his mother, after all, so I couldn’t say what I was really thinking.
“Awful? Yes, pretty much. Although she’s gotten worse since we got older and our dad left her for another woman, she’s always been pretty rigid and rude to people who aren’t in her clique.”
“That’s tough. Do you have a good relationship with your dad?”
“No, I never have. Him leaving was more
