With a sigh, I look up to the third floor, to the right corner window where her apartment is and see no lights on.
Rowan
Are you okay?
Natalia
Now you are disturbing MY peace
I’m fine, go home
Rowan
See you tomorrow for my usual breakfast?
Natalia
Croissant with a side of spit
Rowan
Just how I like it
Natalia doesn’t reply after, leaving me waiting. I’m able to find solace knowing she’s home and she’s safe. As comfortable as I can be, I finally drive off and arrive at my house in ten minutes. Inside, I pull out my phone as I walk toward my bedroom.
Rowan
I’m home. Goodnight
Natalia
Thank you
Rowan
Don’t be nice to me, it’s weird
Natalia
I hate you and your hair color looks fake
Rowan
That’s more like it
CHAPTER 3
Natalia
Parents say they want the best for you because they love you. But I think they say that because they actually hate you. And having your parents come to town after traveling for the past year as a “retirement celebration,” is all fun and games until your father asks you?—
“How’s the boyfriend?” Daddy asks.
“Peter,” Dad hisses, slapping Daddy’s arm.
“Last time we visited she had a boyfriend, Richard,” Daddy tries to whisper.
Daddy’s name is Peter. Dad is Richard. I made the distinction as soon as I learned to talk and it will always be that way.
