I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes I imagined Ethan’s father arriving and making this house even more uncomfortable for me.
By the time I came downstairs the next morning, Daniel was already having breakfast with Ethan. They were talking about work and didn’t notice me until I pulled out a chair.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Morning, Riley,” Ethan replied.
Daniel lifted his coffee mug. “Did you sleep well?”
“Fine, thank you.”
I hated how easily he could pretend nothing had happened between us. I hated even more that I had to do the same.
Ethan glanced at his watch. “Father should arrive around two.”
“I thought you said tomorrow afternoon.”
“I did. Today is tomorrow.”
His casual answer annoyed me, but I kept quiet. I had enough problems without starting another arg
