“You’ve agreed, but we haven’t started yet. And it’s not like that makes everything else disappear, Damien. There’s a lot that I can’t just –”
The door opened and the girls reappeared, each holding a glass of lemonade. I immediately bit my tongue, unwilling to fight in front of them.
“We’re forgetting something…” Amy said, after they gave us the drinks and we thanked them for it.
“Salads!” Stacy said.
“That’s right,” Amy said.
The girls scurried back into the house. When the door closed behind them, I took a deep breath.
“I know that I hurt you, Amelia,” Damien said, his voice low and earnest. “But I hope you can see I am trying to fix it.”
“I can,” I admitted. “But this kind of hurt… The lies, Damien. I don’t know if I can recover from it.”
“What are you saying?” he asked, his eye
