It’s when Wren peers at me awkwardly that I tilt my head in question.
“What’s up?” I ask.
“I feel like I should say something comforting,” she says, nose wrinkling. “But… I’m kind of terrible at that. So, if you want me to leave or anything—I’m really sorry if I’m interfering.”
I huff amusedly. “Nah, we’ve already danced it out. Had a long heart-to-heart. Cried a little. Talked about my girl problems.” I smile fondly at Reed, and he flicks some powdered sugar at me, making me laugh. “That’s why I call him.”
“We still have to call my mom later,” he says.
“Oh yeah, definitely,” I agree.
“Why are we calling Tina?” Wren asks.
“Because I miss my mom,” I answer, sadness laid out like an open book.
Wren agrees with a lift of her brows, and Reed smirks at her.
“You can say it,” he tells her.
She sighs and glares at him.
“What?” I ask.
Wren grabs the fidget toy I was playing with earlier. “I call her when I miss my mom, too,” she admits.
I snicker at the pink on her cheeks. “She’s the Young Decay mom,” I say.
“That she is,” Wren agrees.
Reed slides us both plates across the counter, and I smile when I look at Wren’s.
“No syrup or powdered sugar?” I ask.
“Sticky and reminds me of baby powder,” she replies, glancing at Reed. “Thank you for remembering the sugar.”
Reed grins. “Always.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
GEMMA
A strangled breathleaves me as I stand at Bonnie’s door, hand poised and ready to knock. I have everything I want to say to her memorized, all the apologies, the truth, the stupid excuses I’ve told myself over the years…
I’m not prepared for her to never speak to me again. And I know it’s going to happen. I know she’s going to hate me. I’m going to lose her the moment the truth leaves my lips.
This is going to kill me.
It mightliterallykill me.
Knock on her door.
Knock.
I can’t bring myself to do it.
I want to vomit as I stand there—no, not want to.
I’m definitely going to.
