He’s been pretty busy with work and …” Ugh, you know what? I shouldn’t have to keep defending him. I avert my eyes to my cream-colored ballet flats. “Everything okay? Lola hasn’t said much, just that things aren’t going great … you know, at home.” He looks a little embarrassed about asking, but he’s Leo’s friend, has been since he and Lola got together in our last year of college. “I tried to call Leo last week, but he didn’t get back to me.” He shifts in his work boots, his hands moving into his cargo pockets. I smile at him, and he gives me a small one in return. Charlie stands behind her, waiting with a bored look on his face for her to walk with him inside. He walks over to me, waving to Sophie over his shoulder, who’s throwing her arms in the air and grinning at him from the other side of the school gates. “Hey.” I snap out of my daze and offer him a small smile. “Hey, Lia,” Trey, Lola’s husband, says as he’s walking back to his car after school drop-off. He then stayed in his office again all day on Sunday. Leo disappeared somewhere for most of the day and didn’t come home until sometime late that night. I had to take the kids to swimming on Saturday. My eyes stare unseeingly at the tall, imposing brick structure of Bonnets Bay prep as I try to escape the confines of my tangled thoughts that are knotting and fraying together in my mind.
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