Chapter 22 Dinner Date
- I go back to my place and sit on the couch, taking out a bottle of wine from the kitchen. What the fuck did I just see? It can’t be. She won’t do any of this. I mean, I must be overthinking, right? This can’t be possible.
- I guess there was only one way to find out.
- I take out my phone from my pocket and search for Mrs Polinski, Nat’s mother.