“Come on, Nic,” Christian sighs, starting towards the house. “Absolutely not,” Nico says, stepping down one step and holding out a hand towards Christian, his palm out flat to him. To my surprise, he glances at me. “Are you fucking serious with this, Chris? Her? You threw your life away for her?”
“You still had this?” Christian asks, looking at me with surprise as he reaches for the phone and taps it, seeing it turn on, flipping through the call log and messages. “Um,” I say, grimacing a little and not bothering to affirm it – I mean, the proof is in his hands. “Why didn’t you answer it?
I go very still, my mouth forming into a concentrated little “o” at Christian’s question. My eyes flick immediately to Nico, my coffee pressed tight between my palms. Because…if Nico’s here, it means that he is on Christian’s side. Right? I’m shocked when Nico’s answer isn’t an immediate yes.
“You know it’s been brewing for a long time,” Christian says, his voice hard. “This shouldn’t be a surprise. The circumstances have just forced me into action a little earlier than I’d planned.” “I know,” Nico confirms, light. “It’s not a surprise. It’s…just not every day that you hear your cousin
The boys begin their plans, and I almost immediately start to lose track of what they’re talking about. It’s not that they’re deliberately trying to keep me out of it by speaking in codes or anything – I just don’t understand half of the people they’re making reference to, or the places, or the stra
I straighten my shoulders. “All right,” I say, serious too. “But you have to stop blaming me for shit that I didn’t do, and stop telling me to run away and leave.” “Well, I think that you’re beyond that now,” Nico says quietly as we both look over at Christian, who stands up straight now, folding
We walk for hours along the beach – long, languid hours, chatting about small things – the way the sand feels, the sea looks, how the sun feels on our skin. It’s only when I can feel myself burning – even under my stupid fisherman’s cap – that Christian drags me home. Even then I’m reluctant, though
We sit at almost precisely the same time, Christian putting a glass of rose wine in front of me just as I put a plate in front of him. “This is way too nice,” he murmurs, smiling at me, I think truly impressed and touched that I’ve gone through such effort. “I just made you stew. You’re showing me u
A small smile creeps on Leo’s lips. “Yeah, okay,” he says, relaxing back against our chair. “Our secret.” I grin at my baby, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek, because my boy can’t resist a secret.“What’s all this?”I turn to see Christian standing at the open door, peering into the dining
The danger. It’s…it’s far too poignant.My heart breaking, I open a private browsing tab on the web browser and quickly search for Craigslist in both this city and Athens, Greece. As I do my memory goes back to a conversation I had with Frankie, when he told me that this is the best way he knows for
I stand frozen, staring down at the letter as it sits on the little hall desk, my breath coming in fluttery little gasps.The words are very simple.There are vineyards in Greece as well. I’ll take you there.I read it again and again as my heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing with a mix of h
“You don’t know anything about my life,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, turning my eyes back down to the dishes. “I had no choice.”“You think you’re the only one who suffered?” Lucy whispers. “You think I wanted to be in this position? We were friends once, Iris. We were good to each other. Bu
“Mommyyyy,” Leo says, looking anxiously towards the kitchen door, shifting from foot to floor. “Hurry up! Aunt Bianca says we have to go!”I laugh, glancing down at my little boy, who looks so adorable in the private school uniform he wears to Kindergarten – crisp white shirt, navy blazer, his dark
But…was it? Was it me, missing Chris? Wanting to have yet another piece of him, even if I long denied wanting any ties to my past life?I look down, my heart heavy, not truly understanding what I think or what I feel.“I mean it, Iris,” Chris says, his voice steady and cool. “I’ll be a father to her
My heart sinks as I look Christian in the eyes – because beyond all hope, I had been praying that he hadn’t noticed that Leo is his son. But how could I have been so naïve? Leo looks just like him - dark hair, striking grey-blue eyes. The resemblance is unmistakable. I feel a wave of guilt crashing
“Yes,” he answers, a growl in his voice. “That should suit just fine.”I laugh at the irony in this and shake my head, looking away. “So now you want me to come back, to pretend as if nothing ever happened? You expect me to just accept this, the way things are now?”Christian opens his mouth to resp
Disappointment floods my chest, a sense of disbelief washing over me. “You think I would trust you again after everything? After how you treated me? You expect me to just come back and forget?”His eyes narrow, disappointment etched into his features. “You were faithless. I thought you’d be loyal. I