CHAPTER 79
“Wait, what?” I swear he sounds just like the princess from that Frozen movie.
“You said it yourself. This isn’t working.”
He stops. Eyes me quizzically from underneath a streetlamp. “What is it that you don’t think is working?”
“Any of it.” I sweep my hands out to the sides. Melodramatic, maybe, but this conversation was a long time in the making, and I’ve got a lot of pent-up stress to get off my chest. “You. Me. Natalie. Trying to pretend we’re a big happy family.”
He’s looking at me like I’ve just slaughtered his mother in front of him, and I get a horrible sinking feeling in the pit of my gut. “Wait, what were you talking about?”
“I was talking about Orchard Grove.” His voice is about five levels too loud. I want to point a remote control at him and tone it down a lit
