Sebastian
Josh and I asked for a private booth and ordered quickly before watching each other with raised brows and a mutual look of defeat.
He swallows whilst reaching for his phone, unlocking it to scroll through everything I had read this morning alone.
He's huffing, raising his brows, knitting them together. Chewing his cheek and sucking in his bottom lip much as he might when he and Charlotte argue, and it's then I know he truly has nothing to do with this. This is all my father's doing—solely his burden to bear.
There's a torrent of emotion flitting through his features, and I hate everyone because they are exactly how I feel. I preferred it when he was happy for me, when he was blissfully as eager for this new life as I was.
"Seb..." he sighs my name, turning the phone down at
