CHAPTER 18
MAEI stabbed my fork into the bowl of pasta in front of me, my gaze fixed on the bowl and not on the man sitting at the other side of the table. If Damon hadn’t convinced me to come tonight for dinner, I would’ve still been at home, relaxed and content. But after I’d hung up the phone, Damon had dived into his relationship with his father and how it had been broken from the start, that he wished things could’ve been different and that he didn’t want that for me too, especially since my mom had died.
Dad parted his lips to speak, but I shook my head. “I don’t want to talk about Brett.”
“All I wanted to say was that I talked to him and he apologized for his behavior last night. It won’t happen ever again.”
Twisting the noodles around with my fork, I reminded myself that not on
