I'm good at pretending but this time I think I've been dealt a really low deal because apparently I look the same as my husband ex-girlfriend and I have to suck it in and pretend like it doesn't bother me.
I was mostly lost in my mind when the car drove to wherever we were going to have breakfast, but my uncle kept on asking and asking.
I understand that he wants to get to know me but I'm just as lost in this whole thing as he is because it still bothers me that he didn't even bother to check if my father was alive.
we entered the restaurant and luckily it was just us. the power of wealth and power.
" I really can't believe it. how did he die." my uncle asked and I really don't think he has a right to know unless he explains a whole lot of things because my father was buried like an or
