I stared at Blake.
“What aren't you telling me?”
He didn't answer.
Instead, he looked away.
“Blake.”
“Let's go home.”
I frowned.
“That's not an answer.”
“I know.”
“Then give me one.”
He sighed.
“It's complicated.”
I folded my arms.
“Everyone in your family loves saying that.”
A small smile appeared on his face.
“Maybe because you ask too many questions.”
“And maybe you give too few answers.”
He laughed softly.
For a moment, the tension disappeared.
Then he reached for his car keys.
“Come on.”
“Where?”
“Home.”
I followed him, still annoyed.
But secretly, I was relieved.
Whatever he was hiding could wait.
At least for tonight.
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When we arrived home, the house was strangely quiet.
Aria wasn't downstairs.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
“Probably asleep.”
I che
