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I frowned Of course, I’ obvious, but I didn’t figure his bitch of a stepmother would so blatantly call me out on it “And what, exactly, is Drew’s type?”

“Sorew, like she knew her words socked ht in the stomach Without another word, she turned and walked away

Adele’s answer stuck with me the rest of the day What the hell did she mean? I didn’t like it She talks about Drew, looks at Drew, as if he belongs to her Al creepy and makes ross And scary Drew acts like he hates her and that opens up another can of wor about because they’re too ugly to face It’s none of ain as I sit alone and wonder

But he’s brought ht?

Wrong So because of theument battles within me for the rest of the day Until I’m a total bundle of nerves while I wait anxiously for his return Where could he be? I know golf ga like this And I know he’s with his dad because I’ve kept watch on the dah Adele left about thirty o That freaks me out What if she went somewhere to meet them?

Crap I don’t knohat to do

When the door finally opens around seven-thirty, I’m filled with relief I hear his footsteps echo in the tiled entryway, see hi area I have one of those unbelievably soft faux fur throw blankets draped over me and I probably blend in with the couch He doesn’t noticea word

I chew anxiously onsince I never ate dinner I hear him enter his bedroom and shut the door and I let out a shaky exhale I was holding my breath and didn’t even realize it

Not twoarea and stopping short when he sees ether, tell myself to breathe

“I didn’t see you when I ca in a black hooded sweatshirt and khaki cargo shorts, his dark hair ruffled by the wind that see around here I’d bet a olf wear, though he should be wearing pastel plaid shorts and not cargoes Not that I know anything about golf

“I’ve been sitting here the entire tiers literally itch to do the same I remember how silky soft his hair is, how much he liked it when I touched him there Does he ever really allow anyone to touch hih life all by himself

That realization fills me with sadness While I allow an endless, faceless streauys to touch me I crave it because for a briefis always fleeting and I end up as empty as I was before Sometimes more so