While we ate dinner, conversation flew around the table. However, all I could think about was what Isaac's reply would have been to Darik.
I knew I probably should have been annoyed by what Darik had done. In a way, I understood his revolting test. I would have done the same, yet perhaps without the spit, if I were in his position.
In the end, did it really matter what Isaac's answer would have been? It shouldn't, but I couldn't help hoping he wanted more from me.
While Jeremiah had said Isaac didn't see me as a sister, that could just mean that he saw me as his friend, and that alone.
Goddamn, all this crap is confusing, and I swear my brain just farted from all the thoughts.
What I needed to do was be happy with what I had. I'd had no one for so long, and since had a heap of wonderful people who sat with me at my table, sharing a meal, joking and laughing together.
It was something I'd always wished for with my uncle and me.