I had been to England twice before this specific occasion and never had I endured heartache such as this. The first arrival had been to meet my grandparents when I was too young to understand why they lived so far away and the second was for my sixteenth birthday along with Jocelyn, Whitney, and Marissa in place of a car. But now, as I sat in my father’s new apartment, I curled myself up against the window in the attempts to process the recent news of the last few days.
The divorce, the pleasure, the heartache, the confusion, and the ultimate betrayal for if Brennan had told the truth it meant my heart was truly naive and my head was as thick as the pain in my soul. But then if he had been untruthful, it would then mean I could no longer trust him; leaving me to feel utterly alone in a f
