As I returned to the table, I could feel Hyacinth’s eyes burning into the back of my head. But I didn’t care. I’d said what I needed to say, and there was no going back. Dylan caught my gaze as I sat down, and for a brief moment, there was something in his eyes—something that told me he knew exactly what had just happened. But he stayed silent.
The rest of the lunch dragged on. Hyacinth, who had been loud and clingy all morning, now seemed quieter. Still, she tried to keep her hand on Dylan’s arm or lean into him when she laughed at something Mama Heidy said.
It was pathetic, really, watching her try so hard to hold on to him. But the more she tried, the more distant Dylan seemed to become.
I want to applaud this man's patience towards her. Even if he's just looking at me, his face scr
