Atticus
It's past midnight.
I pull up to the house.
I had a couple of drinks for dinner. I'm feeling a little tipsy. Yeah, I know. It's not safe to drive when drunk. But I don't care that much about my life. Especially after Gisele crawled back into it.
I swing the door open and dash to the kitchen.
I pour myself a cold glass of water and drink it down, trying to calm the headache.
The light flips on.
Adaline stands there, wearing a little silk dress that makes me swallow hard. I have to look away to catch a breathe and knock some sense into my brain. When I look back at her, she's staring at me like a ghost.
“You didn't show up for dinner.”
“I know.” I mutter.
“We waited for you for hours.”
“I know.”
“Your wife spent hours preparing the dinner.”
“I know!” I snap and sigh. “S
