She was right, whenever the topic of you came up, I felt eager to know the details because I could hardly wait to see you behind bars. But that evening, I felt differently. It did not matter to me if you were in jail or not anymore, all I wanted was to know what Desmond meant by everything he said to me that morning.
'Please, don't flatter yourself. I just had a visit from Desmond, and it was weird and now I'm pondering the whole thing.' I touched my surgery site.
'Ouch, that hurt but who is Desmond?'
There had been no reason for anyone to mention Desmond, so it made sense that she did not know him.
'A friend of my brother's.' I said.
'A friend of Nate came to see you today. Why didn't you open with that?' Her voice was firm.
'Maybe because I was too busy experiencing pain after your failed attempt at a kiss.' I said sarcastically.
