Chapter 12: A Week
Reese
Her mouth tightened, but then—classic Lauren—the expression softened into something almost tender. She propped herself on one elbow now.
“Maybe if you’re free,” she said suddenly, poking my chest playfully, “you can join me.”
“Join you where? For what?”
“The classes,” she replied with a giggle. “We can take them together. Just like other couples too. That’d actually be perfect. You know, just in case the social workers show up unexpectedly or something. I don’t know.”
Social workers? Jesus Christ.
I scratched the back of my head, trying to figure out how to steer this conversation away from the cliff it was heading toward. “Lauren, I don’t think that’s necessary—”
She cut me off immediately.
“Why not? My dad is already speaking to the lawyer at this mom
