Chey’s POV
Humans are weird sometimes.
When the annoyed woman, Eliza, asked me to stay for dinner, her sister, Beth, was visibly uncomfortable, but now her guard is lowered and she’s actively listening to the watered-down tale of my relationship with Liam.
“Where were your parents during all this?”
“They were around, they just didn’t know what was happening; like I said, he was a close family friend, so they trusted him.”
“I don’t even understand why you forgave him.”
“I don’t either.” I take a bite of my burger, which is fairly tasty, and see a way to change the subject. “You’re a really good cook.”
“I better be. I went to school for it.” I stay quiet, reminded of the fact that if I want to be a nurse, I’ll have to go through the entire process from the beginning. “What about you?
