Whatever tiny smile I’ve managed to keep on my face disappears.
“Did you see him?” He asks.
My mouth opens.
No should come out. It’s one word. Probably one of the easiest words in the English language, and somehow it gets stuck somewhere between my brain and my tongue.
Edward’s eyes narrow slightly. “Layla?”
I shake my head. “No.” The lie leaves a horrible taste behind. “I didn’t see him.”
Edward watches me for another second, and I have absolutely no idea what he sees on my face, but eventually he gives a small nod.
“Fine.” He reaches for my hand. “Come on. Let’s go get food.”
“Okay.”
His fingers close around mine and I let him pull me along.
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It’s just Edward and me having lunch because everyone else has already eaten.
He gets meatloaf with mashed potatoes
