Bitter

When I finish getting ready, I walk out to the kitchen again where Reed is waiting for me. He stands from the stool when he sees me walk in. “Wren-.” He tries to talk, but I cut him off.

“Let’s not talk about it,” I say as I quickly put on my shoes and grab my bag to get out of here.

He lowers his eyebrows. “We have to talk about it.”

I swallow hard. “Not now,” I whisper. “Please.”

I’ve dealt with enough emotions for the day, and he seems to understand. “Okay,” he says. “You ready to go?”

I nod, and then we head out to the store to get ready for the day ahead.