The scene in the kitchen was stagnant, waiting to unfold when Caroline finally found her voice. She turned and gaped at me, her mouth popping open and closed, reminding me of a fish. The sight would have made me laugh if the situation hadn’t been so serious.
With a deep sigh, I jumped down from the counter and walked to stand in front of her.
“Nathan?” Her voice was almost shrill.
I nodded and turned to find him already cleaning the chicken for me, letting me deal with my friend’s initial outburst.
Caroline struggled to string her words together. “How… I mean… Really?”
Again, I nodded.
“But…it’s Nathan Thorne. You despise him.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. “He’s your Christopher?”
“Yes,” I replied. “I wanted to tell you, I did…I wanted… ”
Caroline silenced me, placing h
