Chapter 6David had not had a good day.
Oliver hadn’t emerged from his room since breakfast, so he’d spent the rest of his morning catching up on work, and far too much of his afternoon arguing on the phone. First with his father, then with his mother.
“You know how I feel about that boy.”
“Mom—”
“He doesn’t deserve your charity. Not after the way he treated you.”
“Mom!” He rubbed at his eyes. “It was more my fault than his. And it was a long time ago.”
“And your sister! My God, how she’s still friends with him I don’t know.”
He could never understand how his mother didn’t see his part in their breakup. David may have been young, only twenty-two, when he’d accepted a job offer six hundred miles away, but Oliver had barely been nineteen. Of course the long-distance thing didn’t work.
