Adaline
The breakfast table.
There's a mountain of things at the breakfast table.
Delicious pancakes and boiled eggs and fried eggs and bacon and toasted bread and sausages and coffee and tea and tension. Lots and lots of tension.
Atticus kissed me last night. It was tense when he greeted me. It was tense when I greeted him back. It was tense when our eyes met. It was tense when we both looked away. It's even more tense now that I'm trying to eat or make conversation. And I'm afraid Ace or Gisele can tell.
“How was your night?”
I ask Gisele and I know it's a terrible question. It was obviously a terrible night. She left the kitchen in tears. And Atticus stood her up. Only for him to come back past midnight and kiss his brother's wife. And I let him kiss me. That's the worst part. I
