chapter 82

This will go down as one of my best birthdays.

It's midnight.

Sitting in the back of the car with Damien. Windows rolled down. Cake between us. Glass of wine in his hand. Bottle of wine in my hand. Both of us tipsy. It feels like a little dream.

We are laughing and talking shìt about our parents. He tells me about feeling trapped by his own mother. I tell him about my mom forcing Nat to have an abortion.

"What!" Damien gasps. "What kind of a mother does that to their daughter."

"My mom." I chuckle. "Guess that's her love language. Killing her grandbabies."

"Lucky for her Brandon killed one of them."

"Dark." I burst into a laugh. "Real dark."

I take a gulp of the wine, still giggling. I turn to look at Damien. His little laugh fades when he realises that I've switched to a serious face.

"Am I a bad person?"

"Why?"

"Because I was a little relieved about the miscarriage." I sigh. "Well, it wasn't a miscarriage but you know what I mean. I'm relieved that Brandon did what he did. Am I an a