Chapter Thirty-Eight
Dylan
Dad had f****d up an otherwise fantastic evening, but I couldn’t dwell on it.
For Jen’s sake, if nothing else.
Her mother was over whispering with her father and we needed to address the elephant in the room. I disentangled from my girl, taking her hand again, and walked to her parents.
Our friends pretended to ignore us.
“Well,” her father said. An incredibly loaded word.
“Daddy—”
“I explained,” Janet said. “He understands. Don’t you, Eli?”
Don’t you“Yes.” He opened his arms and Jen walked into them with relief.
Janet patted my arm. “Good speech.”
“Meant every word.”
“That’s what makes it good.”
My gut started to untwist seeing we still had the support of one side of parents.
Though Mom didn’t agree with Dad. I saw the pain on her face, a rare bit
