Dylan’s Point of View
I knew Rowan was pissed, not necessarily at me but he was not good with me going with him. I was hot on his heels out of Laa’s garden, “Rowan! Please look at me!”
“Dylan, we don’t have time to look at each other! You wanted to go so let’s go.” He got on his bike without looking at me. I was very sad when I climbed on the back of his bike, I felt like I was intruding, by insisting that I come too and by being on his bike, I barely held on to his sides as we rode to Phil’s. My eyes stung as I felt the distance between us, our biggest fight so far was the night he proposed to me, when we both ended up bawled up, crying on the floor of my closet. Obviously, I knew we weren’t going to get a divorce over this, and arguments are a normal part of a marriage, even the happi
