TW: Fat shaming and verbal abuse.
Nicole
We were in the Ub*r on our way to UMC, to see my mom. I was surprisingly numb. I wasn’t nervous at all, yet. Liam held my hand, his thumb stroked my knuckles.
“Have you ever been to Vegas?” I asked him.
“No. Looks dry,” he said. I laughed.
“Coming from Florida, I bet you are dying. In April, some years it could be a nice eighty degrees, some years over 90. It’s a dry heat. I remember once when I was a teenager there was a high of 101, but that was at the end of April.”
“I’m okay. I am glad I packed nothing but tank tops though.”
He made me smile. He was so cute.
“Are you nervous?” Liam asked.
“No, not yet. It’ll probably hit me when I see her. I never know when she’s going to start up on me.”
“Well, maybe she’s changed. When
