Chapter 80 A Family With Dark Secrets

• I can’t help but let out a snort. Someone like you, Abraham? Asking me to wait and save myself for him while he was just “sowing his wild oats.” Now, looking at it from the outside, it disgusts me. It makes me grit my teeth in anger.
• “What’s wrong?” Tillie asks, dropping the pillows into their cases.
• “Nothing.” I put away my phone, no longer interested in continuing the conversation. My purpose for texting Abraham has ended. I survey the bedroom now that it’s “furnished,” so to speak. “This place looks amazing.”