I almost laughed.
Of course Dad had invited him. Of course my parents had planned to parade Madison in front of him while I served food in the background like hired staff. Food
“I didn’t know,” I said.
“I believe you,” Victor replied. “Would you like me to leave?”
I looked at the house through my rearview mirror.
“No,” I said. “Go inside.”
That was all.
I did not tell him to humiliate them. I did not ask him to defend me. I did not need revenge dressed up as a scene.
I only allowed the truth to arrive wearing a navy suit.
When I got back to my apartment, I had fifteen missed calls.
Mom. Dad. Madison. Mom again.
Then a text from Madison:
