-Jax-
I could now see what Kat meant when she said her parents weren’t good people. While her mother appeared bitter, her father didn’t seem much better. He seemed distant, not fully engaged in the conversation or in whatever Kat was saying. Perhaps he was happy for her on the surface, but deep down, I doubted he cared much.
“So, Kathrine,” I said as she showed me around the house. We were ascending to the next floor as I addressed her by her full name. Her father had begun preparing food, while her mother, well, she had started drinking more openly.
“Don’t ever mention it,” Kat said darkly.
I chuckled, unable to resist.
“It was my mother who named me.”
“Does Megan know?” I asked.
Kat nodded. “Of course, she knows everything,” she replied, making me frown.
“Jealous?” she quipped
