Nevaeh’s phone buzzed about ten minutes into the drive to The Flask pub in northern London. It was Aron. Again. She wasn’t as upset though about this text as she had been with the ones this morning. After ignoring three of his calls already, he was simply using his resources, moving to the next mode of possible communication. And even though she hadn’t wanted to talk to him, she hadn’t been strong enough to ignore the texts.
Though, her finger hesitated over the button, contemplating what Levi had said outside of Nicolet Tower. Nevaeh knew she still needed to think about it all, to ponder what Levi had said and if it had any merit or not. Like, why hadn't Aron been straight with his father about their relationship? It was obvious Mr. Nicolet's rage was more about catching his bo
