Chapter 13
- Never in a million years – when I first met Adrian and I thought he was Donatella Versace – did I think I would be laying on a bed watching him clean out my mother’s wardrobe.
- “Coffee is up,” Abbie calls from the kitchen. We all take our seat on the kitchen bench. She has cut up warm banana bread and slathered it in butter.
- “I think Joshua and I are going to stay for another two weeks,” I mutter as I bite into my bread.