Geneva
I don’t care. I don’t care whether Demir wants me to meet his kid or not. I don’t like kids anyway. What am I even going to talk about with a seven-year old?
But then I remember how he spoke about him, how soft Demir’s voice got when he even mentioned his name, and my stomach drops. Because I know how much he truly feels about his Dzhan and how little he cares about me that the idea of me ever meeting that child fills him with dread. Whatever. We are not even dating, it’s not even that serious between us. I should not be expecting to meet his family at all, even if we were just normal people fooling around. So, this sting in my chest is irrational, plus I have bigger, more important things to care about. Like meeting my estranged brother and finding out what the hell is going on h
