I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of comfort before I step out into the wild ways of Monday morning. Ollie had just stopped the soft murmur of his car, and Brent had already jumped out and made a be-line directly to some of his school friends.
“How are you holding up?” Ollie asks, carefully studying me.
I can feel his unease. Neither of us like keeping that I am mates with Zander a secret from Brent or the rest of our family, but I am so grateful that he has. “I’m okay,” I reply with a shrug. “Kia kind of took things into her own hands last Saturday, but I managed.”
I’m not upset at Kia for the little stunt she pulled on Saturday morning. It was kind of nice not having these feelings of anger and hurt flowing all around me for once, and right now, I feel somewhat oddly calm and p
