Zane's Point of View
I take another sip from the glass in my hand, staring at the amber liquid in the glass.
I can't get myself to go down to dinner. I don't think I can see her right now.
I sigh and run my hand through my hair, resting my head back against my chair.
I think about what Shay said about Lisa touching me. I know I should probably have done something about it, but over the years I've become so accustomed to just ignoring her talking to or touching me that I didn't even think about what it would look like to Shay.
I kept hearing my father in my head, not to be disrespectful and rude to Lisa, that it sets a bad precedent. And suddenly I wonder why, all these years, he specifically kept telling me not so be rude and disrespectful to her.
I look up when my door opens and I
