CHAPTER SIX
If I had been holding my backpack, I probably would have dropped it onto the floor at that moment.
As it was, all I could do was stare at Greta in shock. “Did you say that your father doesn’t want you dating me anymore?”
Greta nodded. She looked very, very close to crying, but so far had somehow managed to keep her tears from flowing. “Y-Yes. My father says he doesn’t want me to date you anymore. He almost forbid me from seeing you at all, but he gave me permission to tell you this in person. He originally wanted me to just call you and let you know about this decision of his, but I managed to convince him to let me tell you in person like this.”
I shoved my backpack off my chair and sat down, rubbing my forehead. “This … this …”
“I’m sorry,” said Greta with a slight sniff
