Chapter Eighteen
Delilah
“Do you want to meet my parents?”
Alex was chewing on a bite of a bagel, and he nodded while he continued chewing.
“I’m not sure it can happen since you’re leaving tomorrow, but if you visit again, I’ll make sure to try to introduce you.” I didn’t say the silent part out loud—that I hadn’t even attempted to coordinate a way for him to meet them. Although I felt a sting of shame about that, it wasn’t as if I saw my parents on a weekly basis. Maybe once a month or so. Alex was gracious enough to let it rest. Whether he spoke it aloud, I sensed he understood how touchy the topic of my parents was and didn’t push. That rankled slightly because it only illuminated how much he understood me. That was what terrified me.
Nobody ever wanted to meet my parents. But then
