Chapter Sixteen

The last time Lucas and I properly talked was over the phone, right after my father had invited me and Mom to his wedding to the woman he cheated with. It didn’t matter to me that they were getting divorced soon, he could have waited. It was a day before Belle’s burial, for Christ’s sake!

Mom wanted to talk to me about the divorce and why she didn’t tell me about it, but I was not ready to hear it. Not yet. There was a high chance Belle and I were the cause of it. We were probably stressing one – maybe even both of them – out. I spent the rest of the weekend thinking about which one of them wanted to keep us, or if they were going to separate us after the divorce.

I wished I could talk to Belle about things that flooded me and my thoughts like this.